| Setting... Wife and I both awoken in the middle of the night... The scent of the litter box in the air.
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| Wife: |
*groggy and annoyed* It smells like poo.
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| Husband: |
*gets up to investigate, goes to bathroom with the litterbox and turns on the fan. sniffs around the house to figure out if the litterbox is the actual source*
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| Wife: |
What? Is it in here?
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| Husband: |
No... I don't really smell it here. *lies back down*
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| Silence, while we try to fall back asleep.
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| Husband: |
It's the pork! [in the crock pot]
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| Wife: |
*startled* Oh. I told you I hate when you make that here.
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| Husband: |
Yeah, I'll stop. |
