I figured I'd share my personal story of embarassment and hilaria with my dear, fellow members of A2K...
I woke up this morning, immediately noticing a really, really strange smell, it automatically seeped into my lungs as if it were glue. My room is an add-on upstairs (the only area upstairs), and so I assumed that it was either comming from the vents or was just ME (I am healing from a cold...you know how you get a weird taste in the back of your through with the deadening of all your tastebuds and nerves?
). Fine, whatever, I'll take a shower, brush my teeth (a lot!) and then see if it's still there.
Finally, around 40 minutes later - the smell still painfully obvious - I trod downstairs to nearly pass out from the odor. I find my mom sitting at the coffee table, shooting a sharp glare at my dog, sitting curled up on the couch, far, far away. Ah, so that was the smell. My dog had attacked a skunk.
So, not only did I have the smell seemingly imprinted into my nasal passage and lungs, but it had been brought into the home (and the furniture! Oh..the furniture..) by Raven (the dog), and stained into my clothing, and hair, and aura...
I am able to type this up to you all at this time of day due to my being checked out early... Having 30+ kids start choking and coughing when you walk into a room, and (I kid you not) every other female pulling out purfume and body spray, let alone the teacher demanding the windows be opened and spraying her Febreeze unmericifully throughout the room is more hilarious than you'd imagine.
I was cracking up the whole time, though I'm not sure if it was out of actual humor or sheer embarassment. Yeah, I reek of burnt tar...and how was your day?