Monday, December 18, 2006

There is a fishy smell in my kitchen

When we came home from Christmas shopping on Sat. my kitchen had a bad odor. Letting my nose lead me, it tracked it down to the garbage can. Once that was disposed of I puttered around downstairs then came up at bedtime and I could still detect a lingering smell. I shrugged it off and went to bed. A couple of hours later, unable to sleep I went to the kitchen to have a bowl of cereal. I could still smell something very bad. Letting my nose lead me again, it took me to the oven. I found the culprit. It was fish that John had put in there a day before to prepare it for the smoker. Now this smell was sooo bad that my gag reflex went into hyper drive.
I quickly removed the offence and placed it into a plastic bag and threw it out into the snow bank. I went back to bed, my appetite being destroyed. When I got up in the morning and opened the fridge I found to my confusion the fish was now in my fridge.
I had vivid memories of putting it into the snow bank. With a little questioning I found that John thought that fish was "Just fine. There is nothing wrong with that fish!" Now my oven still reeked in the morning and I had to put it into self clean mode to get rid of the stink. Needless to say I have saved a lot of people from a really bad experience.( Alot of people love his smoked fish)

Want to hear another good one. The other night John was sitting in bed laughing his head off. I went to see what the commotion was. He holds his hand up and there are two watches on his wrist. I guess he hadn't took his watch off the night before and in the morning had put another watch on and gone to work with two watches on and had never noticed this fact until he went to take his watch off that night.

Well I better go and I hope John doesn't read this or there will surely be vengeance stories about me. If he does that: remember that he probably made it all up.


Anonymous said...

Right. Made them up. And you speed too.

Anonymous said...

And you'd buy a motorcylcle.

Anonymous said...

Ewww, fish smells. Tastes good, but it's stinky. The watch story is hilarious. A bit of the Alzheimers kicking in there, Uncle John?! *grin*

Anonymous said...

Yeah mom would bungee jump too.

Here's a good one that she said at the MAC christmas supper. "I would watch UFC with you guys. Lets rent it on the 30th." ha ha ha

Dad thinks nothing goes bad. When they went to bc this summer i cleaned out their fridge and threw out some spreadable cheese that had expired two months. he called me a couple days after looking for his cheese. he was choked.

Anonymous said...

The saving food thing I think he comes by that honestly by way of his Mother. The forgetting how many watches you are wearing... well John, that is probably your age showing itself. By the way, if you wear two watches does that mean you get twice as many hours in a day? If so, I think I might have to ask Santa for another watch for Christmas. There are days when that would really come in handy.

Carol said...

That is too funny about wearing 2 watches. Next time, make sure to get pictures.

footsack said...

What a great story. I have done some forgetful things that sometimes are downright scary, but two watches?? Now that's hilarious.

Margaret said...

You know what's wierd? Right under the comment box is a statement that raeds "this blog does not allow anonynous comments" and yet the first 5 comments are anonymous.
Great story about the watch. The fish story brings back memories of mom cooking ground beef that smelled a little sour. Yech