Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Something is up with my sniffer.

Yesterday I swore I smelled gas. We have old gas heaters in the back of the house and I made Adam check them with me to see if they were on but not lit. He didn't smell anything.

Moments later I smelled sulphur. Not bad rotten egg sulphur but lit match sulphur. Again, Adam didn't smell anything and dismissed me as looney.

Later while making myself some dinner - hamburger and parmesean risotto - I had a distinct smell of pineapple.

Maybe I should move to New York, I hear it smells like Maple Syrup there.

1 comment:

  1. Ok, so I have to say that "olfactory" is one of my favorite sciency words! At any rate, feel better...soon...