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This old gal…
Admired that husband of hers sitting by the window…together ten years now…ten years older…ten years creakier…and still…he makes the heart pitter pat… Until she entered the room and noticed the stench…the overpowering acrid stench…that great-great-uncle-you-had-to-hug-when-you-were-little stench… Bad breath maybe…rotten teeth maybe…not sure what but it was bad…nasty bad…and here it was in the room with that man of mine… Decided not to say anything…wait til later…figure out the cause…new meds maybe…make a plan…find a way to make it go away… The odorous cloud travelled along on the day’s grand adventure…could take it no more…approached him later when we got home… Let me smell your breath…came the words…the stench still there…stinging the eyes…but what came next surprised us both… Because that odor…that gagarocious odor…was coming from his blue jeans…new blue jeans…not washed yet and coated in some kind of great-great-uncle-bad-breath coating… And so it is…in life…things are not always as they seem…and in cases like this…we are thankful…very very thankful…that they aren’t… And this husband of mine…agrees…
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