Soooo, I got to work this morning, and I tell my coworker about a funny smell I had in my house last night. It started around 10pm and smelled like rotten eggs in my hallway. When I woke up this morning, the smell was gone. ( I know, I'm an idiot and probably could have died) I live in a really old house and chalked it up to weird, old house stuff. "That's a gas leak!" my coworker yelled to me. Well shit....I called my land lady and the gas company, peeled out of work, and raced to the house thinking I would come home to two dead cats that had been poisoned or to find my house blown to smithereens. Got home and put my dog's carrier outside, shoved in a towel, wrestled two cats out of the house and put them in the kennel. BTW...It's pouring. So we all sat out in my yard under an umbrella and waited for the gas company to come and deem my house safe or unsafe. (Why not just load everyone in the car you ask? My dog's carrier doesn't fit in the car and last time one of my cats was in there, she got so scared she peed everywhere. Since we all know that smell is effing' awesome I decided sitting in the rain with two howling cats and a very muddy dog was a much better plan of action.) Soooo we stayed huddled under an umbrella until the company got there and scanned my house. Everything is fine and there are no leaks. The guys couldn't figure out what it was or where the smell came from. They said it could be something in the pipes and now I'm waiting for a plumber but at least we're not sitting in the cold rain. Thanks weird old house. I've decided my morning was nutty enough that I'm not going back to work and will be hanging out in PJ's praying my cat's don't attack me for making them sit in the rain for 30 minutes with a muddy dog. That was my morning, hope everyone else is having a much more tame start to the day!
