I just cleaned out my car and I don't think I'll ever be the same...

Yesterday...

There was a smell in my car... somewhere....

What to do but find it.  As I was cleaning out  my car, I came across a horrific site.  The driver seat has giant pocket attached to the back of it.  Well apparently one of my children doesn't like turkey sausage links and shoved three down the pocket behind the seat which we had for breakfast about 1 month ago.  Apparently someone doesn't like granola bars or yogurt either.  There was much more food that was no longer discernible.  The added bonus was that someone had shoved their not yet emptied juice box down the pocket which dripped down and absorbed into the food and sponge foam lining the pocket.  We had an array of molds from black to white growing... in our car.  Of course I found this by reaching in and pulling out one of these black molded sausage links with my bare hands.

The only thing I could do was cut the pocket off complete and wash the back of the seat.  But wait... "Kevin would lose it if I cut of the back of the seat!"  He would try to salvage the unsalvageable.

What to do...???  Well... once it's off, it's off.  I got scissors and did the unthinkable!!!

OK.  That being said...  This morning I took Brennen to seminary.  Kevin usually does this but I decided to give him a real treat and let him sleep in.  "No no honey... I'll take Brennen... you sleep."  Well, I decided to take Kevin's car this morning.  What a treat it is to drive a clean neat car that you don't lug all your sweaty kids around from games to practices.

After dropping Brennen off, I pulled up in front of the house, and trying to fit between trash cans and the neighbor's car I hit the curb.  It made a loud noise and of course within seconds, sleepy Kevin was at the front door.  None to happy either might I add.

Upon assessment of the front tire and rim, it had a large quarter sized gouge out of the tire and the rim was scratched.  OUCH!  Very unhappy Kevin had some words with me as as he started walking up the driveway back to the house what should he find?   Yes... the cut off seat to the back of my car.  Dare I say any more. 

Love you Kevin!!!

Really girls... don't be jealous of my life.