Real Time Entry

Just a few minutes ago, I kept on smelling something bad.  To be honest with you, it smelt like...someone farted.

I thought maybe The Swiss Family Stupid forgot where the toilet was and the smell was spreading like wild-fire.  But no.  It wasn't my beloved neighbours for once.  It was my husband.

He is slow cooking some sort of red cabbage and lentil experiment.  I'm sure it will be a yummy experiment, however, after having to smell it for a while and having it remind me of other completely UNappetizing things (that is highly subjective I understand), I am certain the first tasting of this experiment will be slightly unenjoyable.  Yet I...

Oh my gosh, you what just happened?!  Gary JUST walked in the door and said "Did you have the toots or something?"  I shit you not, this is actual real time blogging.

Anyway, as I was saying.  Yet I am quite certain that I will still manage to enjoy this. 

I really have nowhere else to go with this.

Wait.

The experiment is complete.  I am recieving the bowl.  Tasting....

I was correct.  I knew I would still like it.  It is yummy.  Going to eat now...

Comments

[superkev]

wait. i smell something. *sniff* your blog smells like cabbage! duuuuuuude!!!!!

[Dave]

LOL! I like your blog!.....

[Daxohol]

My house STILL smells like farts.
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