Sniff, sniff, sniffetty-sniff.
Ugh. What is that SMELL?
Smells like dog shite. Or cat poo truffles. Some sort of animal excrement.
I peer under the kitchen table and scout around for pliable land mines. Nothing.
Well, SOMETHING reeks!
In front of me is a cheerful bouquet of daffodils, a present from Dave in honour of the Cancer Society. Every year at this time they sell daffodils to raise money for cancer research. Which is great, right? But they might as well sell dog poop on a stick because those daffy flowers are stinko-amoondo.
A rose by any other name might smell as sweet but daffodils smell pretty much like somebody's dirty underwear.
|Dave went all out - the flowers came with this unique vase!|