I get home and as soon as I open the garage/kitchen door I can smell something rather... how can I put it?... odd, off, foul.
I start sniffing the hallway, the pantry, the garbage can trying to find the source of this nauseating scent. No luck.
I decide to follow it and learn that this smell made its way to the living room, up the stairs, and to the office.
I stop at the office door and Jonas asks me what’s wrong. “I smell something…” I hesitantly walk in, sniffing motion continues. I kiss him hello and “O.M.G. what IS this smell?!”, I bluntly ask as I sniff HIS HANDS!
Hmmm… not sure whether I should take that as a compliment… lol
