I think I'm part hound dog. I'm not sure what part, but it must be in my genes somewhere. Since I got pregnant with Payton, my sense of smell has been heightened. And even more so since giving birth to Maxwell almost two years ago.
The other day, I came home from Payton's school and from OUTSIDE MY HOUSE, I could smell Matt's mouthwash. I walked in the door and sure enough, he had just cleaned his teeth. I told him and he just said I was weird. Ahh, yes. We know.
For two days, I was smelling something weird in my kitchen. I couldn't figure out what it was, but I knew something was going or had already gone bad. Matt said I was crazy and that he couldn't smell anything. We had several visitors over, including my inlaws, and no one said anything. I could smell it, but I don't think anyone else did.
Tuesday, I climbed up in the kitchen and hunted down the smell. A small pumpkin on top of our cabinets had started to rot. Yuck!
Yeah, you can tell me I'm weird now, too.