Find That Funk
Place: Our house. Time: Morning, one day last week.
7:30am - Beth wakes up and thinks to herself that the house smells a little funky.
9:45am - Beth and Robby return from dropping Sam off at camp. Upon entering the house there is a definite odor. Beth takes out the trash and blames The Funk on an old fish wrapper in the garbage can.
12:40pm - Beth and the boys return from camp pick-up and are seized by The Stench as the door is opened. Beth proceeds to search the first floor for poop, rotten food, cat puke, etc., and finds nothing.
2:45pm - Beth goes to retrieve Robby, recently awakened from his nap, from our bedroom, and decides based on The Offensive Odor emanating from the room that the problem must be that Robby has severe gas.
For the rest of the afternoon Beth blames her second-born for her stinking home.
6:45pm - Robby and Hubby return early from Sam’s T-Ball game and, reportedly, Hubby gags upon entry into the house.
7:15pm - Beth and Sam arrive. Beth walks in and exclaims, “It still stinks in here!”
7:16-8:10pm - Beth and Hubby sniff through the house contemplating various possibilities of the source of The Heinousness, considering that perhaps an animal has died in the chimney or basement.
8:12pm - Taking huge, deep breaths, Beth follows the trail of The Stink from the front door up the stairs, down the hall, back to the bedroom, and then to the laundry basket. As each article of dirty clothing is pulled out The Nasty grows stronger, until finally she is holding a wet, sour towel, which she recalls was used to mop up a cup of spilled milk from the floor a few nights before, and was then tossed into the basket and covered over with additional laundry, causing it to simultaneously mildew, rot, and sour, and is now held firm in her hand as her husband screams, “Get it out! Get it out of here! GoGoGo!”
This Funk is Officially Found.
We want the funk
Give up the funk
Owwww
We need the funk
We gotta have that funk
SORRY! I had to!
HILARIOUS!
we just had a funk… it turned put to be a sippy cup with milk that rolled under the bunk bed. i have NO idea how long it lingered there, but i just threw it away. i’m fairly sure that no amount of washing would have saved that cup!!
I think milk stinks even when it is just fine.
HAAAAAAAA!!! o! it’s not funny, is it?
Gross. Sour milk funk is some of the worst kind. We have a funk in our laundry room, but are afraid it might be a leaking washing machine. Ugh.
YES. I almost moved our washing machine out of our house when I thought it started smelling. I ran it twice empty with vinegar and still couldn’t get the stench out. Then I realized that the stench was coming from next to the washer….from a laundry basket in which I threw a towel that I had cleaned up milk with. Milk stench is THE WORST.
Milk is THE WORST.
So, did you throw away the towel or try to save it?
Whoops! I was wondering about that mystery. That scenario is much better than the dead animal one though.
Oh yes. I have experienced that funk before. YUCK.
I second that — Milk is the worst. The smell attaches itself to the air even after to dispose of it. I am glad you went on the hunt!
I laugh, but only because I’ve been there too. I hate the funk!
ROfl because that kills me all the possibilities all of them have happened to me.