Gnarly

It stinks in here. What in the world is going on?! Is that the dog? The trash can? One of the children?! Surely not.

There is a smell in here that would wake the dead. Chris said he could smell it over the weekend, but I couldn't. I guess it's because I live here. I just get used to these things I thought, but nooo. This is something awful. I'm beginning to think something has died. Seriously. A mouse? A squirrel? Oh how I hate rodents. We've never had a problem with them before. I've cleaned. I've mopped. Something strange is afoot at the Mendez home.  (You young 'uns wont get the reference)

How does one go about finding the source of said odor? I have no idea. I almost don't want to find it... for fear of what I'll find. Ew. When is Chris going to be home again?