Fresh Air Please...
I woke up this morning and performed my usual ritual of peeing, showering, drying, brushing my teeth, shaving and dressing. I happen to be running a little bit late this morning because I hit the snooze bar two or three too many times. I find the best is the most comfortable when I first crawl into it...and when I first wake up in the morning and the rest of the room is a bit cool.
I do my best to not wake up my "roommate" as she calls it. She is really my mother-in-law. Mother of my Queen. Closer in age to me than I am to her daughter, there doesn't seem to be any issues with this living arrangement. She arrive home from work so late, I say about 10 words to her before I retire to my room.
I buy a good majority of the food in the house. I eat...she doesn't. When she does, it tends to be chips and salsa (or guac) or something I may have bought for myself knowing she would also eat it such as lunch meats or ramen noodles.
One day last week, I decided to buy myself some ground beef to make myself some real cheeseburgers. I figured that out of a pound of meat, I could get three nice sized burgers. So, I seasoned them, cooked them and had one for dinner that night. It was perfect and I sealed the other 2 burgers in ziplock bags for lunch over the next couple of days.
When the Queen Mother came home, she took one sniff of the burgers and the first words out of her mouth were "what smells so good?"
Feeling like the deer in the headlights I reply "Burgers?..."
"mmmm"
This is about the point I realize that I didn't even think to find out if she liked burgers. If I would have known, I would have purchased more beef.
"There are two in the fridge. If you would like one..." I offer.
"They smell great! Why did you make so many?"
"I planned to take them to work for lunch."
"Oh, never mind then. I don't want to take your lunches."
How does one handle a situation like that? Next time I guess I will just buy more ground beef.
This brings me to my point (as I almost always have one). Don't blame your Queen Mother for a fart unless you are absolutely sure. When I walked out of my room this morning to head for work, there was this rancid stench looming in the house with that odor de sulphur. Since my "roommate" sleeps on the couch in the living room (she has a bedroom, she doesn't use it), I thought she let off the mother of all air biscuits.
Holding my breathe, I quietly unlock the door and depart from the house. As soon as I exit, I exhale and take a deep breathe of fresh air...that was not fresh at all. It seems the stench was from OUTSIDE the house. The smell was worse so my deep breathe was quickly followed by a feeling of nausea.
I think I would rather be in the house.
Did you know...
Sulphur by itself is a tasteless, odorless non-metal. When boiled in water, it creates hydrogen sulphide, an acidic compound with the smell of rotten eggs.
I do my best to not wake up my "roommate" as she calls it. She is really my mother-in-law. Mother of my Queen. Closer in age to me than I am to her daughter, there doesn't seem to be any issues with this living arrangement. She arrive home from work so late, I say about 10 words to her before I retire to my room.
I buy a good majority of the food in the house. I eat...she doesn't. When she does, it tends to be chips and salsa (or guac) or something I may have bought for myself knowing she would also eat it such as lunch meats or ramen noodles.
One day last week, I decided to buy myself some ground beef to make myself some real cheeseburgers. I figured that out of a pound of meat, I could get three nice sized burgers. So, I seasoned them, cooked them and had one for dinner that night. It was perfect and I sealed the other 2 burgers in ziplock bags for lunch over the next couple of days.
When the Queen Mother came home, she took one sniff of the burgers and the first words out of her mouth were "what smells so good?"
Feeling like the deer in the headlights I reply "Burgers?..."
"mmmm"
This is about the point I realize that I didn't even think to find out if she liked burgers. If I would have known, I would have purchased more beef.
"There are two in the fridge. If you would like one..." I offer.
"They smell great! Why did you make so many?"
"I planned to take them to work for lunch."
"Oh, never mind then. I don't want to take your lunches."
How does one handle a situation like that? Next time I guess I will just buy more ground beef.
This brings me to my point (as I almost always have one). Don't blame your Queen Mother for a fart unless you are absolutely sure. When I walked out of my room this morning to head for work, there was this rancid stench looming in the house with that odor de sulphur. Since my "roommate" sleeps on the couch in the living room (she has a bedroom, she doesn't use it), I thought she let off the mother of all air biscuits.
Holding my breathe, I quietly unlock the door and depart from the house. As soon as I exit, I exhale and take a deep breathe of fresh air...that was not fresh at all. It seems the stench was from OUTSIDE the house. The smell was worse so my deep breathe was quickly followed by a feeling of nausea.
I think I would rather be in the house.
Did you know...
Sulphur by itself is a tasteless, odorless non-metal. When boiled in water, it creates hydrogen sulphide, an acidic compound with the smell of rotten eggs.
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