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Jan. 25th, 2005 01:55 amQuietly watching the second InuYasha movie about a half hour ago when my dad came running down the stairs and told me to turn of the TV (silly Daddy. You don't need a TV to watch a movie!) and go upstairs. He went into the basement with a flashlight. The rest of my family was awake, and they all said they could smell something foul.
I couldn't smell a thing. They said every room in the house stunk, even right where I was sitting... except for my bedroom. :::blink blink::: What can I say? I'm too clean. ^_^; [/joke]
So my mom called the Fire Dept. and a few minutes later there were no less than five firefighters in our basement taking gas readings. I still couldn't smell anything. Meanwhile, my mom was on the verge of throwing up, but she overexaggerates bad smells. If it's anything short of roses, she'll throw all the windows open and whine TOO much until she feels better. She also swore we needed to get out of the house before we inhaled too much of whatever it was we were breathing and died in our sleep. :::rolls eyes::: So. Firefighters in the basement.
In the meantime, I'd gone back to watching the end of the movie, though I couldn't concentrate with everyone making noise. I mean, I'd seen it before, but now I understand it in context. That's important!
A few minutes later the firefighters came back upstairs to tell us that one of the sewer pipes (ew) cracked. Basically, there wasn't much to worry about. I think it's kind of funny, actually. The smell, so says the family, has now diffused, thanks to the MANY open windows through the house (the two in my room and the bedroom door remain firmly shut).
And firefighters?
^_________^
( Blog things. Yay. )
I couldn't smell a thing. They said every room in the house stunk, even right where I was sitting... except for my bedroom. :::blink blink::: What can I say? I'm too clean. ^_^; [/joke]
So my mom called the Fire Dept. and a few minutes later there were no less than five firefighters in our basement taking gas readings. I still couldn't smell anything. Meanwhile, my mom was on the verge of throwing up, but she overexaggerates bad smells. If it's anything short of roses, she'll throw all the windows open and whine TOO much until she feels better. She also swore we needed to get out of the house before we inhaled too much of whatever it was we were breathing and died in our sleep. :::rolls eyes::: So. Firefighters in the basement.
In the meantime, I'd gone back to watching the end of the movie, though I couldn't concentrate with everyone making noise. I mean, I'd seen it before, but now I understand it in context. That's important!
A few minutes later the firefighters came back upstairs to tell us that one of the sewer pipes (ew) cracked. Basically, there wasn't much to worry about. I think it's kind of funny, actually. The smell, so says the family, has now diffused, thanks to the MANY open windows through the house (the two in my room and the bedroom door remain firmly shut).
And firefighters?
^_________^
( Blog things. Yay. )
