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There is a smell in our house and in our neighborhood tonight.

It isn’t me.

It isn’t Lovey (pretty girls don’t fart – they poof).

It isn’t the dogs and I sure hope it’s not the cat.

I think that we are the victims of a drive-by skunk attack. My eyes are watering, I’ve got a headache, the smell is absolutely horrible. Lovey keeps blaming me, but it isn’t me. I have no idea what it is or where it is coming from, but I promise you – it’s not me.