I smell rotting flesh...

And it's because of this:


The corpse flower is blooming at the University of Washington. We've been home for about 40 minutes, and the stench is still stuck in my nostrils. However, I didn't HAVE to climb up the ladder and stick my head in it, but it seemed like the thing to do when you get faced with a perhaps-once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

More photos of this beast found here, courtesy of the photonerd husband.

cl-ass-y

I don't normally like to write about bodily functions, but I figured that this was spectacular enough to warrant its own post.

Someone took a crap at Casa Crustante, which is dead bolted and locked up. The toilet had a seal on it, they broke it and used it.

Nobody knows who did it.

What we DO know is that it was so epic that the appraiser was unable to determine whether or not we have functional plumbing.

And the proof is photo-documented in our appraisal.

...I'm not sure what else to say.