over at our house

you will hear something like this every 5 minutes or so:

"TRAVIS!!!! Something died in our sink. It smells fetid!"

Or:

Something died....

in your car
in the bathroom
in the fridge
in the freezer
in the pantry
in our bedroom
in the hallway
in the garage
outside
in the basement
in the laundry room
at church
in Sunday School

or anywhere, really.

My sniffer is OUT OF CONTROL. Everything I smell is horrid. Absolutely horrid.

(lovely Travis is cleaning out the fridge as we speak. I can't watch. I really can't.)