I'm not allowed to plant new grass after May 1st according to Southern Nevada water restrictions. Easy to understand because we have major water issues. So today I got down and dirty with the seed and steer manure. Now, my neighbor Sal has talked to me about manure (which he calls "the stinky stuff") and that the more it smells the stronger and better for your lawn it is. This stuff was downright ripe. Several times I had to step away and get a good breath of air. You see, I've always had this issue with the smell of crap. I vividly remember my times cleaning up after our dogs as a wee lad. I'd feel the acid building up in my throat and the near urge to vomit when I got a good whiff (which is pretty unavoidable.) This carried over into my adult life when changing children's diapers. Changing a baby is difficult because (while breathing out of only your mouth) you are trying to do it as quick as possible before the smell hits you but then they wiggle around wanting to play as your eyes tear up. Thankfully, I haven't dated anyone with a baby in years. Yet, this does bring up today's question: What smell makes you retch?
7 comments:
A gas leak or hot tar, but seriously, if "Sal" is making comments about your yard, you may want to do something about it! I'd hate to lose you before I've met you!
Actually, we both have been talking about going with desert landscape in the front yard (our yards don't have separation so it looks bigger) and until then I'd like to at least keep it looking decent. B) I can understand the smell of a gas leak (rotten egg smell) but hot tar?
The oh so lovely aroma of my cat's stupid litterbox. EWWWW. The things they don't tell you about "hairless" cats, like the fact that aparrently all that hair helps digest the food and not stink worse than a public porta pot.
I don't care for the smell of seafood, but it doesn't make me gag.
Soured milk or anything else left if the fridge too long and gone bad does make me gag.
I'll vomit if I see or smell vomit. We had a carnival come into town every year when I was a kid. I threw up twice in one week just because everybody else was. Damn herky jerky carnival rides and their weak stomached riders...
I'm with Vavoom on this. The smell of throw-up, good God. I hate when I smell it and then just dry heeve, that hurts! Something come out already. Weird though, when it was my son it didn't bother me. I guess it's 'cause I knew I had no choice. Speaking of smell, I'm gonna go shower now.
Ew, or the smell of rotting meat.
Hot tar smells a lot like a gas leak to me, only 10 times worse.
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