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.
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