I’m a slow blogger these days. I blame life. Having up to recently spent most of mine with my (very cute) nose stuck in a science book, I haven’t quite adjusted to this whole vacation-thing. In short; I’m somewhat unprepared for actually having a life and it now takes up a lot of time, because once classes start up again, I’m going to have to get rid of it again. Enjoy it while it’s there, as some old woman on TV said the other day.
One thing I have learned is that life has its ups and downs. Last week, for example, it had a definite down.
You see, I have a freezer in my storage room. Having a freezer isn’t a bad thing, in and by itself, it can actually be mighty handy, but in my case it turned into a nightmare. In a Freddie Krüger kinda way.
To the extent of my knowledge the content of my freezer limited itself to some old plums and a bunch of berries, neither of which held much interest to me. Therefore the freezer was pretty much ignored, poor thing. However, it turned out that my mum had been putting stuff in there. Stuff that had once been alive, such as hams and bits of an elk that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Had I known that there was actual FOOD in there, I would have stopped by to visit it every once in a while and the whole, hideous disaster might have been avoided…
But I didn’t, so it wasn’t.
It started last week, when I noticed a faint, but strange odour when I walked by the big, red door that the storage room likes to hide behind. My mum, who had come to visit, noticed it to. We stuck our little heads into the room and sniffed some more. More smell. We inspected every nook and cranny, and eventually decided that the smell seemed to be coming from the freezer-area. And then we saw… the electrical outlet. It was empty, but it was supposed to be filled with the plug from the freezer. The very same plug which was now lying on the floor, stretched towards the door, as if it had been trying to get away.
We opened the freezer and became acquainted with the little odours big, fat Momma. The previously mentioned ham lay on top of a mountain of plums.
We touched it.
It exploded.
Ka-squish.
Clean-up was a bitch.
So that was my weekend. How was yours?
12 comments:
Ever notice how when you're trying to find what a smell is, it's never good?
It's not like..."what's that? hmm...OH MUFFINS!"
At least your weekend was exciting.
That's what happens when you get a live. Imagine if you hadn't found it when you did you could have haht e fun of conducting a biological warfare experiment. Maybe your ham would have walked again... "It's aaaaliiiive I tell you, aaaalllliiiive!"
I think pooch should a smelled that a long time ago...who un-plugged it? Pooch maybe..I think you better have a sit down with pooch soon.
That reminds me, I think I have a guinea pig in my freezer.
ugh.... *shudder*
By the way, this mornings word verification? Much too long: jbuglyhm.
Sounds like what the ham must've smelled.
It's meme time! Have fun!
The strangest things happen to you! Be thankful though, for they make fascinating blog material! ;p
yikes!!!
Yuck. Lots of bleach and baking soda and the smell still never quie goes away.
Thats frikkin' disgusting.
i guess that is another benefit of being a veggie.
Oh, take pics next time.
Furiousball - oh, I wish it had been like that...
Ticknart - a bit too exciting.
Big brother - well, if they can grow and ear on the back of a mouse, there's probably a way to grow legs on a zombie ham.
Tom - if Pooch was more like Lassie, she would have told me about the problem using intricate paw gestures. But she's not. So she's been asleep on the couch.
Mist1 - snack?
Jazz - yeah, that's pretty much the kind of word that your brain is able to produce after having smelled that ham.
The truffle - hehe, too late. Done it already:P
Irene - my life is both weird and ordinary all at once.
Toasty - yes.
Hammer - I know... *shudder*
Evil spock - I didn't think of taking pics. I was busy trying to process thoughts like "jbuglyhm"
Post a Comment