Heinous Stink The Hounds from hell and I Finally Closed on that Townhouse

Five am, still have an hour before my alarm but seems that's it for the sleep. Eventually I roll out of bed and walk the dog for his initial gotta pee and poop stroll down the street. Duties done, we return home. Dog gets fed and dog walker drinks her morning H2O.

I get started on the next step. Make the coffee. Coffee Coffee Coffee. Still the offending odor somewhere in the vicinity just right of the stove, the offending odor that caused Trig to pull the stove away from the wall yesterday in search of the source only to find some random mouse turds. 

I reach for the coffee filters on the top shelf randomly noticing some tiny gnat type flies. Looking up I see the plastic bag on top of the cupboards as it closes in the top of the cupboard door. Hmmm, I wonder, could it be, that offending smell is some potatoes gone bad? On top of the cupboard where only trig can reach? 6"s from the ceiling? I kick off my flip flops and jump up on the counter to see if I am correct... Watery, slimy potato slurry in a plastic bag. Oh how delightful! I hold my breath and gingerly pick up the bag and deposit it into the sink, climb down from the counter, still holding my breath, and using an old plastic grocery bag to gather up the potato slurry, still holding my breath and take it outside. I stumble back into the house now retching uncontrollably because I had to breathe! OMG, could anything smell worse than putrid potatoes?? I think not. 

Coffee made and a 1/2 cup consumed, running gear on, and me and dog out the door again for a 2-3 miler. It's pushing 7 am by now. Lacking in time and energy (probably all that retching earlier), we head to the local park for a few turns around the path. Oh joy, someone just let their dog off leash and now my dog is going berserk. Ugh. So around and around we go before poor Jack finally begins to settle down. (Being a puppy is hard!)

We head for home only to be accosted by several tiny dogs on the way, the 5 pound geriatric pup charged us and my 45 pound boy lurched against the leash, bending my thumbnail backwards with such force that now my nail is turning purple. Ouch. I curse the human mommy of the miniature dog posse all the way home. 

Showered and out the door by 8:45, I head to a property I have listed that closed the buyer this morning. Pick up my signs and lockbox, scoped the place out a final time, so thankful to finally be closing on this one. Finally. Finally. Finally. 

All before 10 am.

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Comment by James Mark Emmerling on August 8, 2014 at 12:00pm
jeezus, asia, u could do SO MUCH BETTER, but it is your choice.
sigh.
dont give her orders, you nitwit, trig, about blogging.
women dont like taking orders from
lower order
primates
like us dudes. be careful.and for chrissakes dont leave yr potatoes
around to get all yucky. women hate that.
Comment by JMac1949 Today on August 8, 2014 at 5:01pm

I used to be busy,busy,busy... but now I'm just old, weary and carnky.  :-)

Comment by Kai on August 8, 2014 at 5:14pm

Nothing smells worse than potatoes gone bad.  Nothing!

Comment by Arthur James on August 9, 2014 at 7:28am

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Farmers have a beagle.

Last night the beagle

howled at the Moon.

Lilac ( her name ) do

chase rabbits but

has never gnawed 

one. Ringo is a

Golden Retriever.

Ringo shakes a

Groundhog by

the nap of a

neck. He

sits next

to dead,

and in

5-days

chews

dead

stinky

ground

varmin.

Nature

is gross?

Awesome.

We bilt a

Carrot &

Stick drop

Box. But,

a Rabbit

Hops Up

& Down

Until a

Box Rolls

Over. Rabbit

Goes Free. 

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