What's new... let's see... I have been finishing more pieces of furniture, working, hanging out at home, not cleaning while I am hanging out at home, bitching, sewing curtains, and getting annoyed with people. I also have been trying to tackle the clothes and toys that are taking over this house. I'm hoping we will have a garage sale soon to purge most of it. Speaking of clothes, that reminds me of closets...
A few months ago, I was putting clothes away in the master closet. I noticed a pungent smell that would make a skunk's eyes water. I thought for sure we had a rotting mouse carcass somewhere in the closet, but I was not going to go looking for Stewart effin' Little. I mentioned the foulness to "He-who-must-not-be-named" AKA my husband (shh, don't tell him I talked about him in my blog) and he basically told me I was a moron without saying a word You know what I mean, when your hubs does the "hmm" followed by an ever-so-slight eye roll and then finishes it off with a slow head turn back towards the tv. This series of events in man-ese means, WOMAN! You're an idiot, quit talking while LeBron is gracing me with his presence via the Vizio. So, when I had to get a shirt out of the closet, I had to hold my breath, and dive in at super sonic speed. Many days, I wore shirts that were painted on or 2 sizes too big. But I couldn't help it, the smell was atrocious! I often begged "that guy I can't talk about" to find the source of the funk. I mentioned, maybe it from his hunting gear.. the smell wasn't present until he put his gear away after deer season. With that, I was ignored. (SHOCKING) Flash forward to yesterday afternoon. I was at work and received a text message from "the man behind the curtain" telling me that he finally located the source of the odor. Turns out, while he was packing for his getaway for turkey season, he opened his camouflage back pack and found...... a moldy sandwich. A sandwich so foul, he gagged. A sandwich that has been in my closet funkafying the place since NOVEMBER. Really, homeslice? Really, you can't clean out your bag before you throw it in the closet. I swear. In the end, I laughed because, a.) it wasn't a mouse and b.) he's a moron sometimes. End of Story.
And now, some things that make me happy.
1. Mazlyn taking a nap
2, On Demand children's programming
3. SNL
4. Chocolate covered peanuts
5. iced tea
6. my mom's handy mini HP that I stole
7. indoor plumbing
8. SNO BOWL toliet bowl cleaner
9. taco bell
and
10. When my family make me laugh, because, in my opinion, we are some funny EM EFFERS.
Good day all.