The little b.. b.. boy, who was so disparaging about my office last week, came over again yesterday. As the day before was a frenzy of cleaning, broken only by potty breaks (for my son) and tea-making breaks (for me), I figured he'd be pretty impressed.
He walked in the door, sniffed, his little (fat) lip quivering and said 'it smells in here--doesn't it smell musty in here, grandma'.
Grrr... two wet dogs... Yes it SMELLS in here!!!! Of course it smells in here! Dammit!