Do you hear what I hear?

Well, do ya? I bet ya don’t because I’m surely not talking about a song, a song, high up in the trees, with a voice as big as the sea. Nope, not at all. In fact, for a while I couldn’t tell you at *all* what it was I was hearing.

It started last night, during the 11PM Kitty Stampede, where they were running around like crazy (Yet cute, always cute) little demons. It sounded a little bit like they were standing on a waterbottle and the water was squirting out and bubbling. Alas, they were both on top of the table at the time, trying to knock down the flowers I got for Thanksgiving – nary a water bottle in sight. My brow furrowed a little and I looked around, and it didn’t happen again so I forgot about it.

Until this morning. And there it was again. And I couldn’t pinpoint it, exactly. I finally narrowed it down to the kitchen where I quickly began begging (pleasepleaseplease don’t let it be the ice maker as it sucks enough as it is and I can’t afford a new fridge…) searching for the source. Then came…

The smell.

Oh my god the SMELL. Rancid, icky, nasty disgusting, eeeewwww smell!

Fortunately, it did allow me to narrow it down. Note to the masses – a closed jar of potato water (from boiling the potatoes on thanksgiving, used to thicken the gravy because Nana is totally smart and savvy like that) left on the counter will ferment. And bubble. And go bad. And start to seep out of the closed jar lid with a watery bubbly sound.

And smell. Really. Really. Bad.

See, now, aren’t you glad you asked? (Whatdoyamean, you didn’t ask? Ha! that’ll learn ya…)

To cleanse your… eyeballs… I give you this.

Yes, that’s snow piled up on top of my car, and the streetlamp we park across from while waiting for naptime The Pup’s bus every morning. I know. It’s no Rudolf and Frosty, but if it makes ya feel better – it *was* cold.

PS. Other noises? The new fan Papa got for the furnace heater in the garage. Works great – however? it vibrates through the wall. Oh lordy it’s driving me insane. But – the fact that it works is much more important – so I just turn the TV up.

What? What’s that you say? Can’t hear you… the TV’s too loud!