1) Outside...
husband: "Ugh, what is THAT smell??"
me: "I don't know, but it smells AWFUL."
a minute later
me: "What is all of this crap?" (pointing to a mound of sticks, branches, leaves, and grass)
husband: "It's ....[squinting one eye and flinching] ah....for my compost heap when I build one."
2) In the livingroom while changing a poopie diaper
me: "Damn Dogg!! [the dog], GIT! GIT! GIT! GIT! GIT!"
my 4-yr. old: "...outta mom's way."
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ReplyDeleteSick, sick, sick. I hate that smell. In fact, I hate all smells that smell bad. My husband thinks I have a "super nose." I think he just can't smell things.
ReplyDeletedon't you wish they had a Febreze for compost heaps?
ReplyDeleteNow that one is priceless (the last one) and so like my kids.
ReplyDeleteI'm always telling them to get out of my way, them, the dogs, the cats, the husband.
You know the drill.