This has nothing to do with my outfit.
Shoes – Me Too!, Cardigan – Anthropologie, Skirt – thrifted, Bag – old The Bay, Sunglasses – consignment
My outfit doesn't stink.
But the spare room in our house stinks.
Like a bunch of cranky old salmon thought they were 1980's Rock Stars, went on a 5 day bender and then passed out in their own spew.
After doing a bit of research online it seems that rather than a bunch of party fish overstaying their welcome we may have an electrical issue.
Apparently the insulation around older electrical wiring smells quite a bit like dead fish if it is hot.
My husband still thinks it could be a dead mouse in the vents.
The smell goes away and then comes back though, so I don't think it is a dead mouse.
Also it must have been a very large routund Sumo mouse that ate a strict diet of rotting seafood, never ever brushed his teeth, smoked 4 packs of Gauloises per day and never even considered using deodorant to smell that bad.
I hope the electrician knows.
Smells like rotting fish?
Yep…call an electrician.
Have you ever heard of such a strange thing?
Otherwise it is just The Walking Dead camped out in our air vent.
Daryl, buddy…you got that crossbow ready?
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