something in the vicinity of my desk smells like poo. i can’t tell if it’s a person, a shoe, or someone’s idea of ethnic breakfast. actually, i don’t care what it is as long as it goes away.
and, no, it’s not me (i know you all so very well). i’m freshly showered and smelling like raspberries, thankyouverymuch.
Oops, that was me. My bad. *toot*
We came home tonight to the smell of poop. We’re tearing apart the kitchen since that’s where it seemed the worst. Then it dissipated. We finally figured one of the cats must have made a fresh stinkie in the litterbox right before we came home and the smell was wafting its way through.
That’s what I have myself convinced at least!
See, this is what you get when you don’t post in a day – messages about shit!