My house is going to blow up.

Ah. The joys of being a homeowner. Or at least being a home-caretaker, as the bank owns most of the home :).

This morning, we all woke up to an ambient gas smell. Now, when I moved in and the gas company came to turn on the gas, I told the gas guy I smelled gas in the kitchen. He said it was probably collecting at the top of my skylight where there was little circulation and not to worry about it (he did, however, check the lines just to be sure). Since then, the kitchen has always had kind of an ambient gas smell, which I blame on the gas stove, which has a distinct gas smell. Now, I've never had a gas stove before in my life, but people keep assuring me that gas stove do in fact smell a little like gas. Makes sense.

Though, now when when I put it in the context of my whole house smelling like gas, they say "Your stove shouldn't smell like gas!"

Anyway, I call the gas company and tell them the house smells. The web page says if your house smells like gas you should leave immediately. You know, one spark and all... Somehow, this message is not clear to the customer service rep, who told me someone would be to the house by 1 p.m. (6 hours after I placed the call!) and I should stay home to let him in. Yeh right.

So, I left the door unlocked and went to work. I get the feeling he is going to tell me my stove is the source of all the ills. Which is ok, cause I have a home warranty (though it does have a $250 deductible) that theoretically should cover a replacement.

The funniest part of this story is that Kennda didn't want to risk poor Tang (the cat) and so she took Tang to work. Giggle. A cat at work. Meowing loudly. I'm sure her officemates will love that.