One afternoon last week I came home to a bustling home as usual. As I put away my work things, Kelly asked me if I smelled anything. I took a few whiffs and smelled something, but couldn’t readily identify it. She thought it smelled like natural gas, but I was in the midst of a cold and wasn’t the best judge of anything at that point.
We turned our attention to dinner and then put the kids to bed. As she and I were in the den, we again smelled the smell. Befuddled, we both searched the house for all the usual suspects. Our dishwasher is notorious for stinky smells, so I bravely stuck my head into it to find it wasn’t the culprit. I searched the garage (the home of our water heater) and came up empty. Ditto for the gas fireplace. Checked the dog but he wasn’t it. The smell was in our bedroom, so I searched around there, but nothing. I even turned on the heat and sniffed the vents.
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