"Listen" to What Your Nose Knows
We were running late for church ... again (I'm the MASTER of one-more-thingitis), and I got distracted from getting out the door with, "What is that SMELL?" I thought I had food go bad somewhere in the kitchen. I checked the usual culprits. Trash Can? Nope. Refrigerator? Nope. Potato Bin? (Oh, no, not the potato bin...that one's gross.) Nope. Well, I can't find it, I'll deal with it when we get home, but (Thank God) I opened some windows to let the beautiful outside air in while we were gone. In the car on the way home, my husband and I had decided that somehow a mouse (I've NEVER had a mouse in my home) had died under the dishwasher. Keep reading -- this is evidence that our mind will try to explain-away danger sometimes. When we returned home, and I came back to the kitchen again to find that darn smell, I noticed one of my stove knobs was ever-so-slightly on. Not even on enough to ignite the lighter on the burner, but enough to leak just...