I had plans...but....

all sorts of fun things to do....

but 

you know 

how life sometimes just 

doesn't go the way you'd planned?

Actually,

my plans had nothing to do with the photo

above...

But for those of you who have wondered if 

my sweetie made it back from China,

he did...

and he brought pearls! 

I will photograph them soon....

In the meantime,

 this is the Chinese version of my little car,

a Honda Fit, even the correct color,

(But my little car has no bumper stickers, and is not 

souped up like this one)

but that's not really the reason to show you this 

photo...

see the air (well, the pollution...)

remind you of LA in the 70's?

Sweetie said that you could

smell,

taste and feel the pollution 

in Shanghai. 

It was thick enough to make you feel sick.

And most young professional people that

he met, saw or observed smoked also...

Now what does this all have to do with

my plans?

I had just finished my first cup o' joe this morn...

and went down to the laundry room,

when I noticed a strange smell emanating 

from our downstairs bathroom....

a really bad, putrid smell....

So..

I peaked in, thinking someone had forgotten to flush,

and no,  the toilet and the bathtub were filled with 

sewage....

Now let me just say right here that I have an 

excellent nose as I have mentioned before

"a nose like a huntin' dog"

and my coffee was not sitting real well at this point.

Plumber called...

249 feet of snake down the clean-out line,

and problem solved...

except,

that someone had to clean all that up.

Where is Mr. Clean when I need him?

So, that is what I did today,

how about you?

sorry no smiles....

Smell-o-meter....

Usually, this guy is my best-est friend

along 'bout 4 pm...

I go searching for him...

in his squat roundness....

as he brews up the water for my coffee or tea...

but...

Have you ever been so stuffed up, clogged up...

congested...

that you couldn't smell or taste a thing?

Well, that has been my world for the last few days...

Normally, I have the smelling ability of a bloodhound, really,

I was told that by a man from the "gas" company 2 decades ago.

I had called them, having smelled gas, and he was at my door in minutes.

He pulled out a special "smellometer" and started walking around my kitchen...

nope, I says, its in the hallway. He just smirked. I gritted my teeth.

Finally, when no alarms went off in the kitchen, he strolled past our hallway,

BEEP!

"Lady, you got a nose like a bloodhound".

I took that as a compliment,

having been the proud mother of 2 basset hounds at the time.

(and one 2 yr old)

So...

The last few have been tough.

My sweetie has made wonderful meals,

brought me my hot coffee,

and tea,

and cookies,

and ice cream....

not one smell.

and thus,

not much taste.

It stinks....opps,

no it sucks.

smiles.