Ok...I'm going to share this story with all of you and hope it doesnt' embarass anyone but it's one of our family "inside jokes" and it applies here.
I have a niece that I dearly love but who has always been " a little strange". In the words of Hank Hill from King of the Hill " That (boy) girl ain't right". Always a little more masculine than feminine, into drama in school, loud and obnoxious and very "non" fashion etc. And while everyone is unique and should be, she's always just been....well....you know.
Well...a year ago November she asks me if she can come to our house for Thanksgiving because she's not on good terms with her parents, and can she bring her "boyfriend". I say of course, and then spend a few weeks wondering what this young man must be like because my niece is an interesting person on her own. Well, her boyfriend, who eventually became her husband, shows up at our house first, because she had to finish out a semester at college and had a last minute test to complete. So our family has the unique opportunity to get to know "Sam" (name changed to protect myself from my niece's wrath should she stumble across my posts) before she arrives. My teen daughters are rolling their eyes and HIDING before he's been in the house an hour, and my husband who is a computer GOD more or less is trying not to slap SAM silly as he rattles of non-sensical computer terms and says things that are blatantly untrue because he has no idea what my husband does for a living. (Yes, we did eventually tell him but we got a good two days of material out of him before informing him and the look on his face was well worth the torture of biting our tongues!
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Back to the story....The day after Thanksgiving my DH and I take off while the two "love birds" watch the kids. When we come home and walk in the door, we instantly smell something...horrible. As the mother of a new baby, first instinct is that wee bug is sleeping in a VERY bad diaper, so I sneak in to check and she's fine. hummmmmmmmm...So then Iwe check the fridge, the laundry, the garbage disposal, and then begin a search of the main floor and our bedroom...nothing. I decide to go downstairs to the family room to ask my neice and boyfriend if they cooked something....or if a toilet had overflowed...and my descent into the basement increases the strength of the smell with each step. My husband is right behind me as I round the corner into the family room and we are nearly LAID OUT by the...um...stench...emanating from the room. (Think very very old bleu cheese) My eyes LITERALLY started to water! I'm about to open my mouth to declare the evacuation of the entire house before some stray spark of electricity vaporizes our entire neighborhood when I notice the source....of the....smell. My neice has her bare feet in Sam's lap and he's obliviously rubbing them while they watch TV.
Now...I DO believe in true love. I also think that there is "someone for everyone" because these two were DESTINED to be together by a just and loving God so that two other people never had to marry one of them. (This is tongue in cheek and I DO love these two kids) But even I have a line when it comes to affection and devotion that would have been crossed at that point. My husband and I glanced into each other's green faces and thanked them for babysitting and "boy are we tired" was uttered before we had to inhale again. When we got upstairs...there weren't even words....so we just fled to our room, which thankfully was the farthest distance from "THE FEET" possible while still remaining in the house.
My own two sons are growing a scent of their own during the winter months and wet feet and while I love them dearly, I try hard to stay on top of the smell and keep their feet dry as much as possible. I know it's not always possible and I commend people who deal with this on a regular basis and try to keep it to a minimum because I know how hard it must be. But apparently, love either overcomes all things or kills off the censors in your nose when necessary....
HUGS!!
Smelly Feet
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