You know, like a bad moon rising... And it isn't just the bad attitudes around here.
I am about to LOSE MY MIND.
It is in our family room and it wafts in and out. I thought it was Paco. Shoot, at one point I even wondered if it was me. I took of my pants and smelled the crotch right in the middle of the room. I'm happy to report it definitely was not me.
I've moved furniture and sniffed... and sniffed... and sniffed. It is making me very, VERY grumpy.
Stuff like this makes me cRaZy. And not in a good way. We are talking pit dwelling evil mean crazy... hair waving around like snakes, bulging eyes with lazers, and hissing crazy. It is a trip to the dark side of crazy town.
Have any of you read Jean Paul Sarte's play No Exit? If you haven't it is about some people trapped in a room that don't know each other who eventually come to the conclusion that they are in hell.
The smell in my family room and my inability to find its source brought that play to mind.
Please pray for me. I've got to figure this out and get rid of it!!! If I don't, within hours I will be headed to the looney bin in a straight jacket. Or to Jail.