I saw a tee-shirt a couple of weeks ago that made me chuckle:
It started as just a joke, but after this morning, I really am starting to feel like a Super Hero! I’ve experienced (as a lot of women do) a heightened sense of smell since I’ve been pregnant. During my first trimester it led me to the nearest toilet bowl, but now I’ve learned to embrace my Spidey sense!
Around 6:00 this morning I woke up to the putrid smell of gas filling the room. I turned over to Greg and asked if he could smell it. He couldn’t.
“Greg – you can’t smell that? I’m telling you, it’s gas.”
“Lin, I really don’t smell it. Maybe, there is a little nail polish remover smell. They are renovating the second floor so maybe it’s polyurethane or something.”
“No, Greg. It’s gas. Like at a gas station.”
So while I took a shower, my caring husband went to investigate. About 15 minutes later, he returned with a smile and said:
“Well pregnant lady – you were right!”
An old lawn mower in the basement was leaking gas. And yours truly smelled it from upstairs!
My father-in-law (retired fire fighter) will be proud