My fingers have missed the clicking sound of my computer and writing words from my heart. I just didn’t realize how much until I wrote a ‘Happy Birthday’ post to D this past weekend. So I wanted to start off this new year {a few days late} with a stinky funny story. Last night after putting the kiddos to bed and watching a movie, Jason and I headed off to bed. Now earlier in the day we had noticed that our bedroom was a little stinky. It certainly couldn’t be due to the fact that our bathroom had been used by a couple of little boys – could it? We climbed into bed and I still noticed the smell. Jason checked the toilet to make sure that everything had been flushed down {yes, I went there} and then he walked around our room and noticed that the smell seemed to be stronger near the closet. He wondered if it was sewer gas. So he went to the basement to do a little checking. Nothing could be found. No other rooms were stinky, but I was concerned that any kind of leaking gas could make us sick. So we took our pillows and went to the couches to sleep for the night. This morning he said he was going to make a couple of calls to see what it might be and headed off to work. As I was getting the kids ready for school I got the dirty laundry out of the hamper to take down to the basement to start washing. I lifted the bag out of the hamper and nearly passed out.

It was so stinky.

And then a light bulb came on…

Saturday night Boo had spilled a large glass of milk and cleaned it up with 3 kitchen towels which she promptly placed in our hamper {located right outside of our closet}…

True Story.

And the moral?

Don’t cry over spilled milk…

Also clean up spilled milk and wash the towels that you sop up spilled milk with {right away}.

Have a great day.