Y'all just missed it - a very rare episode of marital discord in the JenniferS household.
Something smells bad in the cabinet under the sink. The cleaning lady was here and changed all garbage bags on Wednesday. Since then, I have changed the bag under the sink one additional time.
I asked hubby to check the mouse trap (under the sink) last night because the smell was still there. He says it's empty. Heading to bed tonight, the smell is worse than ever, so I take out the garbage again ... AND CHECK THE TRAP MYSELF.
Dead mouse. Duh!!!!! Well, I'm not emptying a trap with a dead mouse in it. Live ones, if I have to. Dead, decaying ones - not a friggin' chance!
"There's no mouse in there", he says, to the person who is peering through the slats and can actually see it.
Long story short, he takes it out back and dumps it, but the whole inside of the trap has to be cleaned 'cause the mouse was decaying. So now, the mice have free run of the house, cats permitting, until he cleans out the funk tomorrow after work.
He will come to bed shortly and apologize for yelling at me. And I will be the bigger person and refrain from saying, "I told you so".
But just so you all know - I TOLD HIM SO!