Me, in my head: *snif snif snif* "I smell feet. Is it my feet?"
I smell them; nope, fine.
"Is it my pits? Nope."
I'm getting to the point where maybe it's my...lady area? Nope.
Then I realize, it's my hands.
My hands smell like feet because I've been petting the dog. The dog smells like feet. Reeks of feet.
Apparently a giant foot must have been planted in the backyard without my knowledge and she's been rolling around on it. Jeeeeebus Christmas.
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