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May 25, 2005
Crying over Spilled Milk
OK, so I'm not exactly crying over it, but the smell is enough to bring tears to my eyes.
Last week I was merrily driving down the road, when I kept getting a wiff of something sour. Upon further inspection I found a gallon a milk pushed under the back seat and the smell came from the fact that some had leaked out. I had missed it while unloading grocery's. I hadn't even noticed it hadn't made it into the house. Here I thought my son had just gone through yet another gallon when he complained about no milk in the house.
I've tried various things to get rid of THAT SMELL...too no avail. I have scrub, deodorized...FEBRIZED...and of course hoped it would magically disappear. It hasn't. I've been driving my old truck, but today I had to take this one. I opened the door and the smell just washed over me....strong as ever.
Somehow this just doesn't surprise me. I'm the one that walks into a fancy restuarant only to have my half slip...slip down to my ankles because the only one I could find when I need one had a loose band.
I can never seem to get out the door without a least one trip back into the house because I forgot and now.....can't find my keys... purse.... wallet.... coffee... shoes....
I envy organized people. They just have it so together. Things run like clockwork. They always know where things are. "I am aware of things, you need to be more aware" my husband tells me as I ask once again..."Do you know where I put my .....?" What really bites is 9 times out of 10 he does know where I put whatever it is I've lost.
I try...I don't really hold out much hope. Somehow I'm probably just never going to get the hang of being organized and oh so well put together. In the meantime does anyone know how to get THAT SMELL out of upholstery?
Posted by aster1961 at May 25, 2005 05:10 PM
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