“What is that smell?” Dan-with-the-sensitive-nose yelled. We had just finished our morning walk and kicked off our tennis shoes on the back porch. As we walked through the house, the scent became more disgusting. Yucky. Yucky. Yucky. Finally, Dan exclaimed, “I think it is my sock!” While he dumped the offending sock in the washing … Continue reading Toe to Toad
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