THE STINK> >>coming to a kitchen near you.

This is for Mike Woods. He is impossible to photograph, hold, or to get to drink.

Yesterday I had a package arrive from the UPS man, inside of this package was 500 crickets. I never knew I didn't like crickets until that moment. They swarm all over each other suffocating themselves in the process. They stink. Like real stink, like we accidentally left some raw chicken in the garbage over night and their stink compared. Ugh. My house was just a stink mess yesterday. I went and bought 5 different flavors of febreeze. It made me feel  slightly better but at the same time like a fraud. Am I the only one who feels like they are constantly trying to fight stink? Another example would be our garbage disposal. I'm pretty sure some nice creature crawled deep into the depths of our plumbing and set up a sweet death bed, left their last wills and testaments and bit the dust IN OUR SINK. The smell that comes out of the garbage disposal some days is enough to make me want to crawl into someones sink and set up a death bed. Lemons and baking soda has become that rodents best friend. In all reality it is probably just a bad disposal that doesn't grind up all the food properly, because I know that it is not from lack of running the gosh darn thing. I personally run the thing so often that if it was a human it would be an iron man. And finally to put the cherry on top of the situation I have recently developed a very serious case of butter fingers. Sadly, bowls, cups, and yesterday my scentsy candle warmer have all plummeted to their death on the kitchen floor. I loved my scentsy candle warmer. It was  my best friend in this hostile situation. So..as for right now febreeze dances and back rubs from the husb are my only source of sanity. If any of you are fighting off the stink or have fought off the stink please share tips. My nose would greatly appreciate it.
PS..I would like to thank one or more of Brians ex-girlfriends for teaching him how to give a back rub. I don't know which one of them taught the boy, but they taught him well. I love reaping other peoples rewards of hard work.