What is that scent you're wearing???

Why, imitation dead baby bird, if you really must know.

After searching the stove pipe for more dead baby birds, removing the black onions from under the counter and cleaning out the refridgerator Tuesday night, our kitchen, as the Boy would say, still smelled like ass. The entire back area of our apartment required a gas mask to walk though last night. Ugh! Eventually, Boy and I tracked it down to a bag of potatoes liquifing underneathe some plastic bags in a cupboard. I don't remember the last time we put potatoes in a cupboard. Normally we keep them in the fridge. It took me about 45 minutes of scrubbing to get all the nasty potatoe yuck out of the wood and off of the floor and out from behind the fridge.

House still stank a bit this morning but at least it was no longer trying to burn your nose hairs out. And I got dead bird credit on the chores chart, since the smell was the same and Boy refused to touch the potatoes with a ten foot pole. I think I can still smell it on my hands, though, and I've washed them a gazillion times...

fuzzy riding

Fuzzy experiments n through n + x
( for the interested )

Went riding last night for the first time in a week and a half. Joe was being ploddy for awhile, then he decided he had two speeds. Stop and Zooom. Majic was pretty calm and I actually got a couple of controlled canters out of her. Of course, the first few times I asked for a canter, I got an all out gallop that she refused to stop from. At least it seems to be getting through her head that if she's going to try to run away with me, she's going to do tight circles until she slows down. For the most part, she just pranced around a lot and looked pretty. Note: Prancing looks a hell of a lot nicer than it is to ride.

Still, mostly cooperative horses, nice weather, few bugs. All things considered, it was a good evening. Until we got home and faced the hunt for the rotten potatoes.