Why Does My Iced Tea Smell Like Bad Feet? . . .and more

It is incredibly difficult living in a family where you are the only one who can smell properly.  I did not know this about Joel, or I may have considered a unique legal requirement before our wedding.  This is a huge responsibility.

Think about it -- I am the only one who can smell dog pee or dog poo (remember, we have 4 dogs); I am the only one who can smell something burning; I am uniquely responsible for knowing if we are about to perish in a natural gas bomb; and I have the stress of smelling my ultimate worst odor . . . mildew.

Eeeuw.  I hate it.  And Joel loves his slowly-rotting bath towels and running shorts.  He loves to take his work clothes out of the dryer too early and leave the dishtowels in the kitchen soaking wet.  He loves it when the rain pours on the patio furniture cushions.  Do you know why??!  BECAUSE THEY ALL MILDEW!!

My life is full of running around determining pet smells, and gas smells, and re-washing mildewed clothes.  I am constantly lighting candles and vacuuming.


Oh Lord, why, why, why am I left to be the only one fighting the battle of stench?

Heaven will be a place full of the smell of fresh laundry, newly-cut grass, limes, and bleach.  :)

How on earth did I end up in an 80-year-old house, a stink-prone-husband, 4 dogs, and mildew??

Mildewing laundry

Washing machine where mildewing laundry is (hopefully) de-stinked