Unexpected side effect of two broken feet…

And, no, I’m not pregnant. That ship has sailed.  And hit an ice-burg. And sunk.

I have somehow developed pregnancy nose.  An unfortunate ability to smell things other people can’t.  And not just imaginary things, but real events that other people have forgotten about.
Like, sitting in my sister-in-law’s place, being overwhelmed with the smell of sewage.  Which no one else notice.  And I’m all, really?  No one else wants to run screaming from the room, but can’t because they can’t run because broken feet suck for soooo many reasons?  Because ick.  Just ick.
And after quizzing people when the SIL and her husband aren’t in the room your MIL suddenly remembers that there was an unfortunate sewage back up flooding problem a few months before.  Which, I never heard about. And which, according to my new super and unwanted super power, has lingered in the dry wall.
Really?  Out of all the potential superpowers out there, I get the nose?  Why not invisibility?  Or flying?  Or, in the realm of the possible — how about going for a nice jog through the neighborhood?
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About woodenmonkey

Just your average solar powered, hybrid driving, organic eating, happily married, pro-choice, feminist Christian artist and writer from San Francisco.

Posted on January 2, 2013, in Retro post (which is another way of saying I forgot to post it when I wrote it) and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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