Posted on July 26, 2008 by Aunt B.
Because no one has showed up to locate the smell in my kitchen yet and I have made no progress towards even starting to discover it. I have, however, spent the day listening to the litany of things the Mexicans in the tattooed friend’s shop tell him to say to each other. One will say, [...]
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Posted on July 26, 2008 by Aunt B.
Something in my kitchen smells so bad that I long for someone, anyone, to come to the door and say “Ma’am? We’ve been sent by the EPA and we are here to clean up your kitchen. Please put this gas mask on and show us where the fridge is.”
And my shoulders would slump in relief [...]
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