Riddle Me This

On the way to my town, there is a large “S” curve just before you get there. On either side is cow pasture. Here’s what I don’t  understand; every (every) time you drive past there, it smells so bad! maybe if you had air-conditioning it wouldn’t be so bad, but ours doesn’t start working until we hit 45 with the windows all down. You know what I mean? Anyway, this has got to stop. It was so bad today that I held my breath the whole way through, and any time I did attempt to breathe, it was accompanied by a strong gag reflex and possibly a swear word. I do not exaggerate when I say that the smell was exactly like a combination of dead animal, dog poop, and farts.

In other news…yeah, I can still smell it.

yeah…

You know those experiences you get every once in a while where you realize you’ve come full circle? The other day I did. I took my thumb, wet it with my tongue, and used it to wipe food off my daughter’s face before we went into the sports club. My mom used to do the same exact thing.

June 18th, 2009. First use of “Mom spit” to clean a face.

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