Oh my.
I've been pretty busy around my little castle -- taking care of kids, preparing for a retreat in Tulsa and working with a non-profit ministry I adore. All good-busy, but busy. I've put myself on a Twitter diet, a Facebook diet, a shopping diet and a blogging diet.
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And the other thing that has kept me distracted? That horrible, Horrible, HORRIBLE smell in my garage. Seriously, what is that smell?
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Apparently, the Foxy Mr. left me a little gift while he went out of town. It turns out there's a little "problem" with our second refrigerator - the one that makes the dreadful humming sound that can be heard INSIDE the house despite the fact it's not in the house. Oh no.
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Apparently, the MANY packages of meat that were chill-axin' in my freezer were disrupted from their frozen vacation when the Foxy Mr. unplugged the appliance a week or so ago, to silence the humming ruckus. Not the dandiest idea he's ever had. (But I still think he's amazing.) ...And then he left town... Without telling me he unplugged it. ggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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Apparently, meat, especially the uncooked kind, requires a temperature lower than the nice spring numbers Edmond Oklahoma has posted the last couple of days. Much lower. So the philly steak pucks, and loads of chicken breasts began to revolt and grow the worst case of funk you can imagine.
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Apparently, this kind of stench evokes quite a response on the olfactory system...which is tied to the digestive system...which produces a violent event when thrust into reverse...which is all I'm going to say about that...
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So I gagged, and cleaned and bagged the chicken that was supposed to satisfy my dinner menu plan for the next two weeks. Then I skipped dinner due to lack of interest.
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And because I like to use real life events to reflect on life when things go weird, I reminded myself that if I don't stay plugged into the Word and keep my cool, I'll be stinky and not fun for anyone. It's true, you know.
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Without Jesus, we all begin to go bad.
