Rug Doctor

I'm sitting on my couch. My couch that is in the kitchen. Listening to the constant rumble of the rug doctor. We just moved to this suite a few days ago. The carpets had been cleaned... but still smelled like feet. Each time you walked into the suite you could smell it. But then after not too long, I would get used to the stench.

I met a couple for coffee a few months ago. They were engaged and wanting me to photograph their wedding. Oh my... the way the bride-to-be would talk to her betrothed! Shocking. Degrading. Disrespectful. To the man she has chosen. The man she has fallen for. The person she cares for the most.

I wonder if the groom was used to it, to her smelly carpet. I know she definitely was.

I'm sure there are areas in my life that smell. Probably should get the rug doctor in....