Yesterday evening I took Josh to the grocery store so he could get a soda. Josh just had to sit in the kids truck/shopping cart even though he didn't really fit. I tried to help him into the cart and lo and behold, what did I find on my left hand? Dog poo. Next stop:aisle 15 for anti bacterial wipes.
Once back at the house I got a whiff . of . the . odor. again. OH MY GD! I forgot to take off his shoes. Out! Out! Damned shoes! They were banished to the porch.
sniff sniff
Hmmm.... this seems to be a lingering type odor. It lingered. And lingered. and lingered some more until I began sniffing the couch cushions. Had Josh been standing on the couch? My eyes began darting around the rug beneath Josh's feet looking for the tell tale odiferous smear of poo. It all checked out. I gingerly lifted my own hands towards my nose to see if I had accidentally recontaminated myself. I passed the sniff test.
Out of desperation, I whined "I still smell it." and the husband sat up and looked beneath his own feet. He picked up a clump of pine needles and took a whiff. He said he thought that maybe this clump of pine needles was the stinking culprit but that he wasn't sure. He waved it under my nose, and freak man, it reeked exactly like Josh's sneaker bottoms. Then the Husband looked at the under side of his own man-clogs and voila! problem solved. Out! Out! Damned man-clogs.
I hope it doesn't rain tonight.
My own special version of that credit card commercial (What's in your wallet?) keeps going through my head. I keep thinking "What's on your shoe?"
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