Guess who won? Not me, who was safely tucked into bed sleeping when the dire event happened. Not Daughter #2 who let the poor cat in and was so overwhelmed by stench that she had to call her Momma. Not poor Al who then was subjected to a tomato juice bath in the basement sink followed by a dousing with a mixture of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda, and dish soap. Thank God for Google! And certainly not Daughter #4 who I caught wearing a garbage bag over her pj's while safely standing in the background. Ditto the husband minus the garbage bag. This all happened last week but the memory still lingers. Luckily the odor does not.
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| Daughter #1and her Man home for Easter |
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