When I was a bachelor, I will be the first to admit that I didn’t ever set a high standard of cleanliness.  That might actually be an understatement.   More accurately, I’m pretty sure there was a period of time where the cure for cancer was growing in my shower.

Whatever.  You call it soap scum.  I call it grip tape.

Sandy is a neat freak.  Our house is well kept.  She’s awesome.  So I was kind of confused this morning as I stepped into the shower.

MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT SMELL!!!

Sandy was the last to use the shower.  I can verify that she doesn’t smell like the death stench I encountered this morning.  So, what is it?

Did we skin a skunk and try to jam it down the shower drain?

Did I come home drunk after a garbage plate consumption and mistake the shower for the toilet?

Did Sandy buy a new brand of body scrub which promises to leave you smelling of road kill?

I was so taken aback, it really has me off my game today.  I’m freaking emotional over it.