Saturday, June 13, 2009
Sometimes You Want To Kick Yourself - Part 1
All week long there has been some funky smell in my house.
I smelled it. My wife smelled it. My kids smelled.
Of course - My wife complained about it and asked me to find out what it was!!
My dog is gone so her usual suspect could not be blamed for the smell.
I thought that it was the trash bag that I had taken out of the kitchen and some liquid dripped upon the floor as I took it out. I had my daughter mop the floor.
No luck at finding the source.
Then as I was in my basement I recalled that last weekend I had taken some ribs and chicken out of the deep freezer and put them into my basement fridge so I could do a barbque during the week.
I went to go check on the condition of this meat that was sitting in the fridge for one week. Indeed the chicken went bad but the ribs were good. I only smelled a slight smell from this pack of chicken and thus it could not be the source of the smell.
On the way out of the utility room I saw something that almost made me cry!!
I LEFT THE FREAKING DEEP FREEZER DOOR CRACKED OPEN!!! The smell that I was smelling was about $150 worth of chicken, beef, turkey burgers and former bags of ice decaying at room temperature.
My wife said that it smelled like a dead animal and wondered if there was a mouse in the house somewhere.
Turns out that it WAS A DEAD ANIMAL!!
I just went to Sam's Club 2 weeks ago and stocked up on my meats.
Now I just want to kick myself.