03 September 2008

Something's dead somewhere

Rico says both he and the ladyfriend spent several nauseous hours at oh-dark-thirty this morning, gagging over a noxious smell coming in the windows. (It's hot and we've locked the cats out where the air conditioner is, so we can't close them.) Best his nose can tell, Rico thinks it's a skunk that got run over, but only a recon mission when the sun's up will tell. (Either that, or a truck fire down the street.)

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