Tuesday, when I got home from work and walked into the mud room it smelled of musty dirty laundry. We had theatre tickets so we were headed straight back down the mountain but I threw a load of laundry in the washer and let it run while we were gone. The smell was still there when we got home, but it was almost midnight so we just went to bed. Wednesday morning, it smelled even stronger.
Brett had picked up a package for me from the post office. It was from my friend, Sylvie, in Normandy. I wondered if something in the package smelled but the customs form she had completed said "savon" and "parfum." Soap and perfume don't smell like dirty laundry but I went ahead and opened the box. It is my birthday tomorrow and I wanted to see what she had sent.
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Oh, and not shown? The Camembert that smelled very ripe. It's stinking up the refrigerator now. I'm going to have some with my dinner tonight. Yum!
And the mud room? Smells like clean laundry.
