Stank.

Josh and I took the camper up to Crystal this past weekend.  Saturday night Crystal got about 7" of new snow; Sunday was one of the best days of the season so far.  We don't get many powder days so I'm still learning how to ski it, and Josh hasn't seen many powder days since he's become a telemark skier, so he is learning too.  He took this pic of me right after I face-planted into the snow at the bottom of a hill, I was hiking my way back up.

After our busy weekend, Josh and I were exhausted.  We treated ourselves to dinner out at Wally's Chowder House on Sunday night.  Wally's is a little restaurant in Des Moines and they make the best clam chowder in the world.  You are welcome to disagree, but you'd be wrong.  If you ever want to try it out, let us know - Josh and I would be happy to join you!

Our exhaustion continued into Monday and we spent it as a puddle on the couch watching Modern Family re-runs until the NBC Olympics coverage started.  As we were watching the Men's Moguls, Josh gave an involuntary "UGGGH, what is that smell?".  I couldn't smell it, but whatever it was, he was disgusted.  He went through all sorts of options trying to figure out where the smell was coming from.

1. Josh laid down on the floor and proceeded to pet Leonard.  He let Leonard know how gross and stinky he is, and made it clear that his feet are especially smelly.

2. Every night I have some sort of tea before bed.  It helps me relax and it has become a bedtime ritual for me.  All of my teas are delicious, but Josh thinks that some of them smell.  I suppose I understand, not all of the herbal teas can smell as good as peppermint tea.

3.  I have some grapefruit scented face wash and Josh hates it.  He thinks it stinks and he gives me a hard time every time I use it.  I'm not capable of throwing away perfectly good face wash so I've been trying to use it earlier in the night so he isn't grossed out by it when we go to bed. 

Josh never pinned down the smell, figuring it was a combo of the above 3 options, and he eventually went to shower.  I heard another "UGGGHHH, gross!", and he carried on for so long that I had to get up to see what the fuss was about.  Apparently, he found the smell.

It was his socks.

He had been tromping around in water all day at work, and his socks took the brunt of the damage.  Josh apologized to Leonard, my tea, and my face for blaming us, but the best thing was knowing that he was the cause of his own olfactory suffering.