1. a person or thing that saves a person, as from a difficult situation or critical moment;
2. an American brand of ring-shaped mints and artificially fruit-flavored hard candy.
3. at my house:
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Since moving in to the new house six weeks ago, we've been assaulted a few times by a horrendous sewer gas smell, which seems to emanate from my bedroom. Seriously.
It does not come from the bathroom, the vents, under the bed, outside, the basement, or any other visible source. It is deathly, and if we go outside to escape it, we can come back inside and catch a whiff from the front door.
It's awful, awful. But then it goes away, and we hope we never smell it again.
For a week or two.
Robert decided to check out the attic in the hopes of finding the problem. The vent pipe was completely separated at the elbow, and it looked like it had NEVER been connected--not in the 30 years since the house was built.
We can't help but wonder. The original owners lived here 26 years. Did they have no sense of smell? Just be glad the odor went away? Over the last four years, the house has only been occupied for a few months. Maybe the woman never smelled it, or maybe this is what drove her from the house.
Whatever the case, once found, it was a very simple fix, and I'm extremely grateful for a husband who knows how to do this stuff.
And I can breathe easy again!
4 comments:
Glad it was easy to fix!
crazy that no one took the time to find out!
Oh our dear, sweet, and wonderful husbands who seem to know all about these things!
God bless handy husbands!
So glad it was an easy fix!
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