Monday, the power cut out and the SugarBean caused a toilet malfunction. At the time, I grumbled, but I should have been grateful for small disasters.
Last night, waking up to nurse Mr. FussyBritches, I was greeted with a stench unlike any other but could not place for the first few minutes of "Ayiiiie, the gas is leaking! The house is going to explode!" Roused the husband and sent him in search of the Mystery Odor.
Sidenote: he and I play two versions of the same game. Mine is "What's That Sm...
Published on August 18, 2010 15:47