pwheeler(at)ix.netcom.com writes:
>Cute story, and I envy you your wife, mine stops me at the door and
>performs
>a 'sniff test.' If she smells oil, grease, or anything related to
>automobile, into the doghouse I go. If I even brought equipment into
>the
>kitchen I'd become the next John Wayne Bobbit imitator. Harsh.
Damn, I thought I was alone. My wife has the nose of a bloodhound and
borders on hypochondriacal whenever I violate her senses. I'm amazed
that she puts up with the occasional stogie, but God forbid I should
wash a part in lacquer thinner.
Christopher
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