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Input: Text: this fu has been building for a few days now, but thankfully the sister-in-law just left.  

quick back story:  sil lives far away but just got a new job right near our house, so she's in the process of getting an apartment near us and her job, so she's been staying with us for the past week.
  
the fuck-up:  i let her use our bathroom, the one off the master bedroom in our house.  there are two other bathrooms, but ours is super warm and comfy, so i thought i was doing her a favor.  she was in there for 45 minutes while i was lying in our bed watching tv.  i figured she was going to take a shower and gtfo, but, ah, nope.  she had a take a shit.  and...  mother of god.  at about the 15 minute mark the smell began to leak into the bedroom and it was by far the worst stench i've smelled coming from a human in my 41 years.  let me frame this for you.  i'm laying in bed wearing flannel pajamas, and ripping some farts (naturally) and i know my stuff.  the invisible stinkfog that was now in my bedroom was a different animal.  i started thinking i might be getting sick or something, or last night's heaping of pale ale had my intestinal track in a bad way.  i did the unthinkable.  i ripped a rather wet one under the covers and put my head under -- yeah, i gave myself a dutch oven, you can laugh, but it was for research.  it stunk, yeah, but it was a clearly different flavor.  i got up and as i tiptoed toward the bathroom door (creepy as fuck, yeah) the smell began to make me nauseous.  it was her.  
  
i went downstairs to get my wife, who was busy so i waited with her for about 20 minutes.  as she began up the stairs, she yelled at me, "lawrence, what the fuck!"  "that's what i'm trying to tell you.  it's not me.  that's your sister."  the entire upstairs of my house smelled like a sun-drenched port-a-potty at a toby keith concert, but much worse.  my wife was embarrassed and horrified.  i felt bad about bringing it up, but i was not taking blame for that atrocity.  we went back down stairs and after about 10 minutes we heard the door open and close.  she was done.  the eagle had landed.
  
by this time, the whole house was terrible.  the sil came down like nothing happened, made chit-chat for 10 minutes or so like there was no smell anywhere.  she eventually headed out.  i told me wife, "never again does your sister soil us like that.  if she's gotta take a shit, she's going outside."  if she has ibs or crohn's, that definitely sucks for her and i feel a bit bad.  but this is where my sympathy wanes:  we live in the northeast us, it's 20 deg. f, and we have many windows open.  it's freezing in here.

TIFU by letting my wife's sister stay over our house