I was driving to work on the interstate this morning when I noticed a bad smell. A persistent bad smell. As a girl who grew up in the country, I recognized it as cow manure. It smelled like cow poop.
One mile passed, then two, but the smell maintained.
My dog, Louie, rides with me everyday. I drop him off at doggie daycare (no comments, please, I’ve heard them all from Matt) while I go to work.
Thus, my natural first question after the smell persisted was, “Louie, are you farting back there?” He didn’t reply, but I just didn’t think that it was him.
Then I started thinking that maybe I had stepped in something. Or had run over a humongous cow patty that was making my car a roving stink bomb. Or my upper lip was stinking. Or (worse option of all) I was farting and didn’t even know it.
After about 10 miles of wondering where in the hell the stink was coming from I drove up behind and passed a semi-truck hauling a load of cattle. I was so happy! Not only was my bowel system not giving out, a mystery had been solved.
I LOVE when a mystery is solved. I think that is why I love to watch true crime on TV so much — most of those shows are aired only after the mystery of who-dunit is answered. I never liked America’s Most Wanted because the final act hadn’t been completed yet. I like it when the pieces come together.
I always have felt this way. Some of my favorite books growing up were Nancy Drew and Encyclopedia Brown. Not knowing the answer makes me antsy and a little bit nervous. I admit it — I pick up a book and read the first chapter or two, and then I skip to the back and skim the end. I need to know — Does it have a happy ending?
I have thought to myself on several occasions that I can’t wait to get to Heaven just so that I can get answers to some of life’s biggest mysteries. Like “Who was on the grassy knoll?” My list of things that I want to know when I get to Heaven includes:
- What happened to the people of the Lost Colony?
- What happened to the dinosaurs?
- Who was Jack the Ripper?
- Is Professional Wrestling real?
- Is Politics in Washington real? Has it ever been?
- Are there people on other planets?
- Is there a Big Foot and why does he look fuzzy in all his pictures?
I think that would give me some things to talk about for a long time.
I ate dinner with my friend, Nikki, the other night. (**hi, Nikki**) She knows that I have been feeling kinda down recently. An extended illness, extended rainy weather and extended stress have created some blueness in my mood. She brought me a card to make me feel better.
I felt better immediately.
And, she signed it with a Post-It, so I can give it to someone else. That made me feel better, as well, in that I can share the joy.
Nikki–you are the best.
Love the Encyclopedia Brown & Nancy Drew references. Great books.
I wanted to be Nancy Drew (except for the dead mother part).