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My Fridge is Trying to Kill Me

So we’re back from Salt Lake, and everything there was hunky-dorey. Luckily, the floor in the guest bathroom was tiled. This will embarrass me to admit it, but I threw up so hard that I peed myself. Yeah. It’s that bad, the morning sickness, which is quickly evolving into the all-day sickness.

So we get home, and I discover that the fridge has it out for me. Whenever I open the fridge, a weird smell comes out. I think it’s an off-dairy sort of smell, but Dim swears that I’m making it up and that he smells nothing. He’s obviously lacking the sense of smell, or is a big fat liar, because the stench is SO bad that whenever I open the fridge, I retch loud enough to be heard through the whole house. We’re talking RRRREEEETTTCCHHH, the kind of noise that a five –year-old would make to imitate something large – like, I don’t know, a Tyrannosaur – vomiting. It’s almost instantaneous.

Bean thinks it’s funny.

I can’t believe that Dim doesn’t smell anything. It’s AWFUL. Don’t think that I’m some kind of nasty person who doesn’t clean out their fridge, either. There are no UFOs in there, and I cleaned the thing out with vinegar before we left for SLC. The fridge is clean, is what I’m saying. But it still has the death breath.

I put boxes of baking soda in the fridge and freezer in hopes of restraining the ghost odor, but so far, no dice. It’s still very noisome in there.

Any ideas?

Posted by Jen at August 2, 2007 11:33 AM