The Smell of Death, AKA The Goalie Bag
Something died in my car, y’all! It happened. I left the damn goalie bag in the back of the SUV. In Florida. In July... which is the equivalent of leaving a 2 day old roadkill opossum in a sauna with the temperature cranked up as high as possible. I almost DIED, y’all! My poor SUV; no matter how many air fresheners, baking soda boxes, or upholstery sprays I use... my poor SUV will never be the same. It’s like Chernobyl, the after effects are for-ev-er. Once upon a time I didn’t have to worry about these things. Back when the kid was little and cute - and didn’t stink. Back when I could just swing that bag in back like it was nothing because it was still smaller than me. Just throw that wet gear over some hangers and let to dry, base layers in the wash - BAM! Then it happened. Puberty. 😳🤢 My cute little goalie became a reeking Jr. Hulk. Did I mention he smells? I buy deodorant for him but it doesn’t help! What is wrong with this child? Why doesn’t that new baby smell las...
