Due to sinus problems, I lost my sense of smell several years ago. Sometimes it's a blessing and sometimes it's a frightful curse. I have a feeling tonight will be one of the curses...
Everyone who has visited me in the last few days has commented that there's the smell of something dead under my front porch. Oh goody... NOT. A little while ago, I caught her coming out from under the porch. It's pretty close to the ground and I thought we had all the gaps filled in so she couldn't get in, but apparently the cat has a way in and Stink Pot followed her. I really hope she didn't roll in whatever smells so bad, but I won't find out until someone else tells me.
The worst of it is that the dog sleeps in my bed, so if she stinks, I will, too. And so will the house and the bedding, and everything else she touches.
I'll bet you didn't think I could make this political... but I can!
The voters lost their sense of smell before the last election and couldn't detect the stench of the death of our freedoms. Those of us who could smell it will be pointing it out to the others... but the reek is already stuck to us all.
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