Fall is a glorious season. The cool air that chills you to the core which makes for the best scarf wearing weather. The leaves turning colors and falling to ground calling my name and saying ‘come jump on us Kelly, come make us crunch under your boots’, to which I reply with an evil grin ‘heck yes!’. I dearly love the fall.
In preparation for the fall I went out and bought myself a whole mesh bag full of gourds. Not just one mesh bag, but two. Two, I tell you! I scattered my little gord-ies all over the tops of the book shelves, I laid out my favorite sandalwood and vanilla smelling candles and then I sat down on my sofa whilst my baby ran laps around me and sipped some tea.
Not a week later when I was perched on the bottom stair just before the landing, holding the fisher price farmer for the little Q dude
while he dug a little hole in my potted plant to place said farmer in, the Hubs proclaimed most loudly from not two feet away ‘What stinks?!?’. To which I looked at him with my most annoyed what are you talking about face and replied ‘I don’t smell anything’.
Let us not forget that the Hubs is the height of a small skyscraper and his schnoz lives on a completely different level than my currently three feet from the floor schnoz. But he was not be deterred! He sniffed and sniffed and made funny faces and said ‘it smells like fish’ to which I though now he’s just being silly, why would it smell like fish right next to a bunch of old books and sandalwood candles.
Oh the horror! Oh the grossness that followed when I reached up to a particularly special looking gourd and tried to pick it up. It was the same reaction I have when I accidentally brush a spider or blindly touch something gooey. Only it was gooey! The gourd had gone bad and not only smelled like fish but let out a little ‘puff’ of air when I attempted to pick it up. Bleh, bleh, bleh!
Lucky for me, the Hubs was a quick mover and the gourd was gone and the bookshelf effectively Lysol wiped clean moments later. Phew! All that drama over a gourd gone bad.
I should have stayed down at three feet with my fisher price farmer and a my super baby digging a hole.