There’s a stench in the air

You know that each house has its own smell. You can’t smell your own house’s smell because you’re in it so much. I think the closest you can get to being able to smell your own house is to go on vacation for a long time and do laundry so your clothes don’t have your smell. Then, when you come back, you get an idea of what other people experience when they walk in your doors.

So, it was kind of disconcerting today that I noticed an odor in my house when I walked in after being at the neighbor’s. It wasn’t completely horrible but it wasn’t inviting either. I had run home to quickly grab something and head back over to the neighbor’s house so I didn’t have a lot of time to play detective. I did go through the house and make sure that cat wasn’t being bad anywhere. It didn’t really smell like that anyway. I just couldn’t place it.

I wrinkled my nose, grabbed what I came for, walked out and walked into my neighbor’s nice smelling house. Only after pondering it for a while did I come to some sort of conclusion. I think it’s our pool towels. A mixture of chlorine and sweat. I’m washing these regularly, but it’s been dang hot here lately and people smell after they’ve been out in the heat. Even after swimming. I need to get more towels so we can rotate through them and leave the smelly ones outside.

That’s the only thing I can come up with. I’m going to have to burn a candle before our French tutor comes tomorrow. Or open twelve boxes of Arm & Hammer. How do you say sweaty stench in French?

In my defense, our house is about the size of a bread box so any smell, be it ever so little, can be smelled pretty much throughout the house. SO, even though it probably wasn’t that bad (right?!, right!?) I could still catch the whiff as I entered our front door.