Labor Day was another day to celebrate with Chickfila. We, being sorry Southerners, have no paraphernalia with our favorite college team blazon across it, so we called our friends who are just shy of fanatical about college football and asked to borrow a couple shirts.

Our local Chickfila also has a special on Mondays where if you bring in a bulletin from attending church the previous day and buy a drink and fries, they will give you a free sandwich. So, we entered the mall armed with two bulletins and Georgia garb and had us a yummy dinner. Thank you, Mr. Cathy.

My friend, Julia, was one of the attenders of Bubba’s birthday party. Julia is one of the kindest people I know – seriously. Still, she has no problem with calling it like she sees it and as she left my house she said, “Your entryway really stinks. It smells like something died.”

Oh, embarrassing!

Monday I went to the basement to transfer the laundry. I had been aware that the basement STUNK for a couple days but knew that our ever present stack of used diapers was probably the culprit. As I bent over the pull stuff out of the dryer, the stench got stronger. I sniffed around and realized the smell from the corner – – over behind the extra furniture we are storing – – was REALLY strong. I ran to get Honey.

Turns out something DID die – jury is still out on what it is.
I say mouse. Honey says mole.
Either way – – DISGUSTING!