A really funny thing that happened when we got home was this. Well, first I need to give you a little back story. The garbage at the cottage goes in the garage. We could not get the damn garage door to open, so we brought the bags home to dispose of them. Simple enough.

So now we are home and unloading the car. "This bag of your stuff is wet", says Tom. "Maybe the garbage leaked?" Then he sniffs it. Then proceeds to gag and spit and come thisclose to puking, right out on the street. I of course am roaring with laughter. In fact, the memory of it is making me laugh right now.

Dude, you knew we had fish bones and guts and such in the garbage. Why would you sniff anyway?

It was worth having to redo my laundry.