On Monday while talking to my Mom I smelled dryer sheets. I didn't do laundry until Tuesday and I don't use dryer sheets. She suggested that I open the windows. I turned of the air conditioner and opened the windows; it was cool that day anyway. During the end of our conversation I smelled gasoline. I looked in the garage and found nothing. The gas smell was only in the living room. After we got off the phone a few hours later I smelled fried chicken and the nearest Kentucky Fried Chicken is four or five blocks away. Odoriferous Hallucinations...