Every Hound Dog Has its Day

Today, I headed to the gym at about 3 PM as Mr. Navy was heading off to work. I ran, walked, biked and squeezed my glutes. I then headed over to the Jet-Mart (a convenience store) to buy some dish washing liquid and some of my new favorite zero calorie SoBe Life Waters. Upon coming home, I pulled my car into the garage, opened the door and came in...to the pungent smell of aerosol.

Yuck! What was that smell? It smelled like a combination of strong bug spray and fresh paint, and was rampant throughout my downstairs. I immediately dropped my stuff and began sniffing. I followed the smell throughout the downstairs, but couldn't pinpoint the source. I started to worry--what if something was leaking in the house...what if I was going to pass out from these fumes? What if Mr. Navy came home to find me passed out on the kitchen floor in my sweaty gym clothes?

After sniffing for about five to ten minutes, I thought to call our housing company and find out if there was any work being done on any of the homes in my area. Maybe the smell came through the air from somewhere else. I dialed the appropriate number and was greeted by "Lincoln Lady". I explained to her the situation and she said she had no idea what the smell could be. She told me that no work was being done around my area. "Ok....," I answered her. She told me maybe it was hair spray. "I don't use hair spray," I answered her. She told me that maybe our bug spray had leaked all over the house. "I keep the bug spray outside in the backyard and it doesn't smell out there," I answered her. She came back to me with a long Hmmmmmmm. She told me she just didn't know what it could be. I thanked her for nothing, and hung up the phone.

I then continued to make like a dog all over the house--no, I didn't mark my territory, but I started sniffing like I've never sniffed before. I went into the corners, the vents, the oven, the closets and the bathrooms, all the while sniffing like a regular basset hound. I stuck my head into the washer and dryer, only to come out covered in lint and none the wiser. Then, the phone rang. It was "Lincoln Lady."

She told me that there was plaster work being done all afternoon in the house connected to mine, and that's what I was smelling. Not to worry, she told me. No need to go around the house sniffing like a dog, she should have told me....

Too late. She couldn't have found this out for me while I was on the phone with her initially? Today is one of those days where I'm really glad that the flies on my wall can't relay any information to Mr. Navy.