Stink Stank Stunk

---

This old gal…

Set out her outfit for the first day in Alamo Land and it stunk…like pee-yew stunk…like it had been wrapped in a hay bale stunk, a damp hay bale sitting out behind the old barn stunk…it

Stink, stank, stunk…

Grabbed a different top and what would you know?…it stunk, too…started pulling clothing items out of the bag sniffing on the way…pull, sniff, stink…pull, sniff, stink…got to the bottom and realized that every single item in the bag…

Stink, stank, stunk…

And so did the bag…the duffel bag…which didn’t stink on the way from Iowa…so somehow, somewhere (aka a plastic storage tote in the closet in the cabin) in the last few months that bag soaked up the stink, stank, stunk of a putrid pile of wet straw…

And so one of us was destined to tour the city wearing clothes from the duffel reeking of nothing more but…

Stink, stank, stunk…

And so it is…sometimes life stinks…you smell rat…something’s fishy…trust your gut…get to the bottom of it…and don’t give up til things get aired out…
​
And this husband of mine…agrees…