Okay…. yesterday at the grocery store I was in one of my “my Hubs is so wonderful” moods that I wanted to do something special for him. So I bought a – gulp – can of Spam which he loves and hasn’t had in the 7 years we’ve been living together.
The woman in front of me in the checkout line was buying all organic (which is my preference); like a little kid, I hid the Spam behind the cauliflower and under the blueberries until it was my turn and she was long gone.
ANYWAY, just now I was working in my office which is on the 2nd floor of our house. Yuck…. what is that smell? Did one of the dogs take a dump inside? (Rudi, I’m gonna kill you!)
I headed out in the hallway and realized the smell was coming up from the first floor. No kidding… and I yelled… DID YOU OPEN THAT CAN OF SPAM??
No answer from the Hubs who apparently was in the man cave (ground floor, finished daylight basement). So ran downstairs, opened the refrigerator and saw a container with leftover Spam in it. Headed all the way down, and the Hubs was just happily swallowing his last bite of a Spam, American Cheese and white bread sandwich.
Apparently, Spam – when heated in the microwave – smells like you-know-what.