Wow, my kitchen stinks. Did I leave chicken out again? Blow off doing dishes to watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine? Forget to close the fridge *and* the oven? No, those are all everyday smells. This one is…ah-ha! The sink! Right: you have to run the garbage disposal more than bi-weekly. Mystery solved, I chortled above the roar of the disposal. Now to figure out why were out of spray cheese but not crackers--aaagghhh! My mouth! The disposal spat some of what it was grinding at me! Why was my mouth open? WHY WAS I THINKING OUT LOUD? There was no one in the house! There was no need to talk! Now I know what chicken fat and scrambled eggs and a tomato slice and clam chowder and chocolate chips and flat seltzer and Lucky Charms and lemon peel taste like after theyve sat for a week! Ack, spit, gag! Ptui! Blech! Friggin Mondays. My week is trashed.
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 12:00:00 +0000