It smells like sour milk down here. YUCK. It’s enough to turn my stomach. Sour milk and cat piss, ‘cause the catbox is perpetually not-scooped-out and is right close to my desk. I am so looking forward to having my office at my house. I’d take an office in the connex box right about now. *grump* I’d just clean it up for her, but I’m stubborn and grumpy over it, so pfff...
I have isolated the source of the milk stench and dragged it upstairs so that it may possibly clear out down here. Blech.
