Sometimes these boys equal trouble.
Like a few months back when I was on the phone and I found them in my room around my heater vent with the sack of potatoes.
They told me one went down the vent.
I guess it sounded like a great idea to huck potatoes down there.
Luckily it was only one.
For the life of us, we couldn't find (or retrieve) it.
We've just kinda hoped the house wouldn't start to reek.
Then, the other day.
I'm standing in my room, right close to the vent, trying to figure out why it stunk in there.
It dawned on me.
I got on my hands and knees and had my nose right up to the vent and it was coming from there.
Lovely.
Dang potato.
Posts
