"The car smells really bad. Are you sure you cleaned all of the milk that spilled?"When I came home from grocery shopping on Sunday, I opened the trunk only to find a grocery bag filled with milk. The plastic gallon jug had cracked open somehow. I performed what I thought was a thorough cleaning. Apparently not.
"I think I know what happened. I probably missed some of the milk that got into the crevices of the molding."
"Can you COME HOME EARLY to clean it?" (Mind you, she's home.)
"Are you serious?" (When did I become Mr. Belevdere?)
"It smells really bad. Peanut says it smells like garbage. And it really does."I was later informed that upon pickup from camp, the swagger wagon smelled so bad that Peanut actually cried when she got back into the car. Regardless, I arrived home at normal time. After getting dinner started (Reminder: I'm a catch, ladies), I checked out the car. This is what I found:
"Smelling Foulness That I Can't Even Imagine."
|My Director hosing off the emergency beach supplies.|
Cue tons of Resolve, baking soda, hours of vacuuming, and then an overnight fabric softener mask:
|Thanks to my my friend Dave at |
Musings of Munch for the suggestion.
As My Director and I drove to an appointment later that day, I said:
"I kind of feel like this is what it's like to drive in a dryer."
"Or a garbage truck."
"Yeah. Or a garbage truck IN a dryer."Every morning, My Director and I have a quick phone conversation as she's starting her day and I'm putting together my show. My first question is always some form of, "How's Peanut?" Now? My first question is, "How does the car smell?" Suffice it to say, as we approach its second birthday our beloved swagger wagon has forever lost its new car smell.
(Please take some time to catch up some DKL you might have missed. I've been doing this on summer Mondays, telling a new story and following it with links to previous posts about that subject. Today's story allows me to reintroduce a topic I don't often bring up: our swagger wagon. Enjoy:)
I do have what some might describe as an unhealthy love for my swagger wagon. It's all because I sometimes wish the rest of life could be as easy as my minivan makes things, with The Push of a Button
We almost lost our beloved swagger wagon during a destructive autumn snow storm last year. See how close we came in The Joys of Homeownership: Jersey Chainsaw Miracle