Thursday, September 20, 2007
What's that smell?
So the past few days I have been coming home earlier from work. Lucky me. But actually, not lucky me . . . because I am a sensitive smeller. That is, I come home from work and our house has just seemed a little . . . well stinky. What makes it even more interesting is that Ross (who is not a sensitive smeller at all) has agreed with me . . . that is, that there is some strange funk. So yesterday we decided to try and figure it out. Let's put it this way. The chicken that Ross put in the microwave to thaw out on Saturday . . . well it is now definitely thawed out--and as of last night . . . no longer in the microwave.
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Ha ha! And I thought Ryan was dopey for leaving the keys in the front door. At least that didn't smell!
Oh sick!! I hope you got out the Chlorox and put to use all the tricks that Jill taught you. I don't know why but the thought of that chicken is scarier than the Real Property section of the Bar Exam. (Sorry--I've got bar on the brain again; my clerks get their results next week.)
Wow. I suppose this is one of the few benefits of Mr. Mott not cooking anything (with the exception of cold cereal, of course). Poor chicken-thawing Ross. Don't give up the culinary ghost!
didn't something like this happen to you two in your last apartment?? I guess Greg has to be monitored in his defrosting skills!!
hmmm...there's something fishy about that story.
My question is what did you have for dinner that night instead of the chicken? It must have been so exciting, and delicious, that it made you forget about boring old chicken. Do tell
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