Dang it, Who Farted my Day-Dream Away?

Here I was, sitting at my desk at work, thinking of G again (I seriously have to have a talk with myself…I keep saying G is engaged, isn’t he? At least, I’m like 80% sure. Why are you thinking about him? You have too much on your plate to even start thinking about cutie patootie men again. Silly girl. Spank you later.), wondering why I married H, feeling all regretful for my mistakes, blah blah blah, when my train of thought comes to a sudden, screeching halt.

What da mother-trucking smell is that??? Vile scent of evil! Nothing brings you out of fantasy land faster than the pungent medley of a good stank. Can’t even tell if that is the smell of tuna, raw onions, garlic, rotting food, or skunk but it sure curled up my nose hairs and brought tears to my eyes. Pheeeewwwww! I think I’m about to pass out. Nighty night.