Monday, April 23, 2007

After Midnight

The lad did his usual bed maneuvers last night. I guess I should say it was this morning as it was after midnight. But since Pete has to go to work in the morning, I volunteered to travel down to Luke's bed to spend the remainder of the night morning. [Yes, yes, power to the people. I work, too, I just don't get paid for it. Etcetera. Etcetera. Etcetera.]

While moseying on down to Luke's room, I smell a horrid stench. "Stench" is the correct term for it, I believe. It came from way downstairs, where the dog was sleeping. It was a powerful smell.

Did I immediately run downstairs to check it out? No, I kept going to Luke's room, figuring Pete I could deal with it in the morning. Wasn't I worried that the smell would bother the kids and me, the ones sleeping closer to that level? No, I just closed all of the bedroom doors.

And it would have been fine, except even the poor pup couldn't stand the smell. Or maybe it was because she was going to be sick again. Or maybe it was because she just wanted more sympathy than zero from me. So she barked. You can't very well have a barking dog at 12:10 a.m., can you? No, dammit!

Yeah, she'd been sick. Yeah, the smell was worse as you neared it. Yeah, the kind of smell that you want to keep out of your system so to avoid the powerful gag reflex. Yeah, the kind of smell that ranks up there with the Top 5 the kids ever produced as babies. Blech.

I've come up with an equation to describe the end result:

Sick dog
+ Stench
+ Knock-off Febreze-like product from Albertson's
Slightly sweet smelling horrid stench.

[And to think I was wondering as I went to sleep last night whether I had anything left to post about!]

1 comment:

The Plaid Sheep said...

I'm glad I didn't follow you there.

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