We’re having soup and leftover pizza for dinner. Sounds weird. Is good.
Nitram: Something in the laundry room smells funny.
Me: Funny how?
Nitram: I dunno.
Me: Well, what’s it smell like.
Nitram: I dunno, it just smells… unpleasant.
Me: Unpleasant.
Nitram: Yeah.
Me: Unpleasant how? I mean, what it’s smell like?
Nitram: I don’t know.
Me: How can you not know. Can’t you describe it?
Nitram (sighs): No. Well… it doesn’t smell like farts, it doesn’t smell like dead people… What?
My eyes are brimming. I have to put down my spoon.
Nitram: …it doesn’t smell like, like — the blowfish of Peru… what?
Me: You’re trying to kill me!
Nitram: Then stop eating.
Me: “The blowfish of Peru—” oh, God!
Then he starts laughing because I can’t stop, and he turns his back on me with a mouthful of soup he can’t swallow.
It takes a while but finally we’re calm enough to resume eating.
Me: After dinner, we should go upstairs and sniff the laundry room—
And we’re off again. Cold soup.
YawningDogBlog 
Larry would choke to death eating with you two. :)
Well, don’t tell anyone about this at your upcoming dinner party, then — you’ll have a lot of dead guests on your hands. :D
You two are hilarious! But seriously….what was the smell? Things like that eat me up inside until I figure them out. And if you are free, could you guys come and evaluate that smell in my kitchen that I can’t find?
There was no smell when we went up there! It actually smells nice in there because of the Mrs Meyers laundry sheets on the shelf.
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