My House Stinks

Yes, you read that right.  My house stinks.  Like spoiled milk.  About now you're probably wondering why does my house smell like spoiled milk, right?  As JT would say, "Duh, someone spilled the milk."  I get "duh-ed" a lot lately.  Anyhoo.  We have several plastic cups with the plastic straws that Patty drinks out of.  You know the ones I'm talking about.  Walmart has a new variety for every season lately.  All but one of our cups came from Walmart.  The troublesome one came from the Dollar Tree.

I think it's probably just a coincidence, but that one cup has gotten tipped over twice after I've gone to bed for the night.  It's the only pink cup, but I can't see how that would make any difference.  Both times the cup was sitting on the coffee table.  You'd think I'd learn not to leave the cup on the coffee table since the house smelled of spoiled milk the first time it was tipped over.  Who is tipping the cup?  I haven't caught her in the act, but my money is on Daddy Kitty.  She is our playful, mischievous cat.  And, yes, she is a she.  That's a story for another day.

So, our house smells terrible right now.  And I am so glad that we haven't invested in new carpet yet!