Despite my impressive proboscis, I don’t smell well. (Well, I smell at times, but I mean odors in general.) The bride insisted that there was a very bad funk in the bedroom closet. I could not smell it.
It didn’t take her long to commence cleaning out the closet. That was a chore. She uncovered a lot of old monster magazines, an XM radio still in the box, a video tape (!) from a Texas Rangers Nolan Ryan giveaway, a copy of Frank Zappa’s double album (yes, album) 200 Motels, and an unopened Rocky Horror Picture Show Trivia Game that I’ve saved for years, waiting for one night when the daughters return.