Wednesday, July 19, 2006

avoidance

Something smells in the kitchen. It's like olives, where olives shouldn't be. I was doing the dishes and the smell refused to leave me to my task. I'm afraid to investigate. Maybe it will go away..

8 comments:

super des said...

that's probably the best thing you can do..

Bamboo Lemur Boys Are Mean To Their Girls said...

yes, besides that's what roommates are for, no?

bbuckman said...

Olives never go away.

They must be eaten or shipped by martini.

Toastedsuzy said...

I had a porkchop in my refrigerator for several years. It was just one little porkchop on a lonely white plate.

I'm not even sure it was my porkchop.

Anyway, it eventually got thrown away.

So, there you go.

MrsFortune said...

Call the police. There is obviously a corpse in your kitchen. Which is no big deal except the corpse's dog is probably starving because nobody is feeding her.

Bamboo Lemur Boys Are Mean To Their Girls said...

LOL

belledame222 said...

I hate to say it, but if there's a corpse and a dog? the dog probably isn't going hungry.

belledame222 said...

toatedsuzy: that's truly terrifying. i'm amazed it didn't lurch to its bone and attack after a few months.

i guess one thing i could count as a small blessing if i were that sort of person (which i'm NOT, snarl) is that the complete blackout meant i finally did the long-overdue cleanout of the freezer. and defrosting just happened naturally! i'm not sure i would've thrown out *everything* in an ideal world, but well there oyu are.