So we’ve been in our new house for around two weeks now. Maybe one. The time always gets warped when David is away.

Anyway, this house has gas. And it terrifies me (maybe you’ll remember my propane blog). I’ve smelled it outside on the back patio every single time I’ve been out there.  I asked David about it and he said it’s normal to smell some gas. Hmmm. Doesnt’ seem safe to me but what do I know?

This morning, as I was trying to find a key that would open the front door (we had 10 keys made, none of them work) I actually smelled gas in the front of the house. So I called the gas company. While I fear sounding like a crazy over reactor, I fear blowing up more.

The lady asked if I had a gas emergency. I told her I wasn’t really sure, that it’s possible I was over reacting. I told her I smelled gas outside and she said I shouldn’t be able to smell any gas. Just what I thought. So she sent a guy out.

I feared I was over reacting and tweeted about it. My twitter friends were supportive.

Before he even crossed the street the gas guy yells, “That is not gas you’re smelling”. Oh great. Something about the street crews, construction smell but he did proceed to check everything out.

When we got around to the back of the house, he told me that there wasn’t any gas that his instruments could tell. I asked him if he could smell it. At this point, I knew he wanted to stuff a sock in my mouth. I could see it in his eyes. He patiently explained he was still testing everything inside and outside of the house. Okay.

When he got finished he told me there was no gas leak. That his super sonic ultra high powered gauge detected no gas and it can detect even the smallest amount.

Perhaps the gas company should rent my nose. 😉