My Bedroom Smells Like Meatloaf
Tonight started out quite normally. Greg and I planned on going out for dinner, catching a movie and then getting some ice cream. Our fun night out also involved two of our best friends the Mathiases...Mathaii...Mathesons...whatever...
We went to Betos, an "authentic" Mexican dive that creates head sized burritos which are quite yummy and filling...and don't have any harmful after effects the next morning after (BONUS!).
Then we were off to Get Smart...and if you haven't seen it I highly recommend it. Slap stick Comedy, Steve Carrell, the Rock, and that guy from Heroes.Funny funny funny!!
Following the movie, we decided to leave our friends and go home...because Greg is in denial that he has pink eye and would rather believe his hurting eye is just pink and swollen because that's what happens on the first Friday of the Fall season.
However, I would not be thwarted from my ice cream experience so we stopped by Smiths and picked up a couple of half gallons because 10 for $10 is a deal even Greg can't pass up!
And then it was home again! As we were walking up the stairs to our apartment Greg stopped multiple times to ask me..
"What's that smell?"
I would reply "It smells like meatloaf and ketchup to me."
However this answer must not have satisfied him because...as previously mentioned...he asked it multiple times....
When we got in the house I quickly changed into my very comfortable PJs and whipped us up some good ole fashioned chocolate malts. As I handed Greg his scrumptious treat he looked at me...and once again asked...
"What is that smell"
to which I replied
"Still smells like meatloaf to me"
I tried hard to ignore the unpleasant aroma for quite some time but after 20 minutes I just couldn't stand it any more and finally asked Greg to shut our living room window.
Now I don't know if some happy family decided long ago that Friday's were meatloaf extravaganza night or if some poor newlywed finally figured out what was smelling up her fridge and tossed out last month's experiment, but let me tell you...it STUNK!
Around 11:00pm Greg and I decided it was time for bed...maybe because the smell had dulled the rest of our senses...so we trotted off to the bedroom.
It was then that I realized my worst fear had in fact come to fruition...or meation...as it may be.
My bedroom smelled like meatloaf...smells like meatloaf...reaks of ground beef, onions, and ketchup.
I opened up the window in the futile belief that this would somehow solve my olfactory problems....however I was sadly mistaken.
The smell continued to waft up to our humble abode...penetrating our walls...oozing into our bedding...and infiltrating my very soul.
Now I'm a veritable prisoner...surrounded by an ungodly stench of processed compacted and baked cow....smothered in crushed tomatoes,vinegar, and sugar.
I wonder what dreams may come to those whose very senses have been captured by such a profane odor.
