Post by speckledfrog on Jul 10, 2013 11:23:59 GMT -5
I see your drippy fridge and raise you an unplugged mini-fridge with ice cream in it left for a month. In a frat house. Or a trash can full of week old seafood bits marinating in rainwater and summer sunshine and thrown, unsuccessfully in a dumpster from frat house roofdeck.
Really, though, I'm sure someone in the medical field could school us on worst smells. Sorry about your fridge!
Thank the heavens it's not a million degrees and humid today like it has been the rest of the week. I've got it mostly cleaned up and now I'm waiting for the repair guy.
I would absolutely make H do it, but he's out of town. How convenient. Ha.
I see your drippy fridge and raise you an unplugged mini-fridge with ice cream in it left for a month. In a frat house. Or a trash can full of week old seafood bits marinating in rainwater and summer sunshine and thrown, unsuccessfully in a dumpster from frat house roofdeck.
Really, though, I'm sure someone in the medical field could school us on worst smells. Sorry about your fridge!
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
My house smelled like a frat house this morning, albeit probably not as bad as THAT frat house. Barf!
I had this about a year ago. My H wasn't home, and I was squeezing chunks of milk out of the jugs. Worst day ever. I feel for you, especially doing that with pregnancy nose.
I see your drippy fridge and raise you an unplugged mini-fridge with ice cream in it left for a month. In a frat house. Or a trash can full of week old seafood bits marinating in rainwater and summer sunshine and thrown, unsuccessfully in a dumpster from frat house roofdeck.
Really, though, I'm sure someone in the medical field could school us on worst smells. Sorry about your fridge!
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
My house smelled like a frat house this morning, albeit probably not as bad as THAT frat house. Barf!
Yes, we call that year the Summer of Smells. It was also the year we lost power for 2 days because of manhole fires. It was one to remember!
I got one... go out to dinner, get steak. TOO MUCH steak. They put it plastic doggy bag. Put said bag in back of hatchback car... in August.. in Ohio... it gets REALLY REALLY Hot here.... forget steak is there for, oh at least a week.
The stuff turned to liquid and I about vomited when I opened my car door.
My parents have 3 deep freezers and one stopped working. Obviously it hadn't been opened in a few days or something, but my mom opened it and it was full of rotten elk meat. sooo disgusting.