Another Sunday winds down. I'm done with all of my "chores" for the weekend. Woo hoo! There's just enough time to pop a movie in the DVD player and relax a little before starting another work week. This morning, I slept in. It felt great. My bladder woke up around 7 so I got up for it then went back to bed for another couple of hours. My cat, Molly, wanted Mommy to get up so she did this "let's walk up and down mommy's back until she wakes up or hurls me across the room" thing. I didn't hurl her across the room. I chose to get up. After piddling around for a few hours, I decided to go get my groceries for the week while a load of laundry dried. I went out to my car and opened the door and was assaulted by the most foul odor I had smelled in a long time. It smelled like spolied milk, rotten vegetables and vomit all rolled into one. Lovely. I walked around my car looking for evidence that maybe the party-hearty neighbor girls got sick in the parking lot. Nope. I looked under the car for a possible dead animal. Nope. Hmmmm.... I went back inside and got some Febreze and sprayed it into my car. I then started the engine and put down all of the windows. The smell still lingered. I was baffled. I sat there for a few moments trying to decide what to do next when a thought occurred to me. I got out of the car and looked in the trunk and sure enough... there was the bag of trash I had put in there yesterday morning. You see-- I'm all about multi-tasking. So, yesterday morning, I put my trash in the trunk of my car with the intent to drop it off at the dumpster on my way to the gym for my pool workout. Only--- I forgot to do it. I didn't use my car the rest of yesterday and I didn't go out until 2ish today so the garbage had over 24 hours in a hot, closed trunk to ferment and get disgusting. I drove to the dumpster and promptly disposed of the foul object and sprayed some Febreze in the trunk of my car. That still didn't get rid of the odor. I drove back to my apartment and got some "carpet fresh" and sprinkled it on my carpet. It stuck to the wet spots but did very little to extinguish the odor. So, then, I took some water and poured it onto my trunk lining thinking that it would run right through and take the odor with it. It didn't. It pooled in the center of my trunk. Insert big sigh and curse words here. I hopped in the car and drove to the car wash down the street. They have those huge commercial vacuums there. I plunked down $2.50 for 8 minutes of powerful "triple motor strength" suction and vacuumed up all of the water, clumps of carpet fresh and all of the residual "gunk" leftover from the leaking trash bag. To be on the safe side, I poured the rest of my Febreze onto the carpet lining and then vacuumed it up after letting it set for a minute so that the fragrance would be spread all over the trunk but not puddle like the water did. Whew! Oh, and did I mention I was doing all of this in 90 degree heat in the blazing sun? I got back into the car, cranked up the A/C and wiped my hands on the baby wipes I keep in my car. I then went to the grocery store and as I did my shopping, I kept imagining that I smelled that "trunk funk". I figured I had just smelled it so much that it was permanently fixed in my head-- like when you get dog poo on your shoe and even after you've wiped it off, you imagine you can still smell it... even if no one else can. I smelled it on the drive home and thought that maybe I hadn't cleaned the trunk well enough. I stopped at a drugstore and bought some car air frensheners and tossed them into the trunk. When I got home, I unloaded my groceries and went inside my nice cool apartment. As I put away the groceries, I kept smelling the odor. My cat even came up to me and sniffed the air and then backed away from me. At that point, I decided to do a head to toe check.... and sure enough, there was some trunk gunk on the pant leg of my capris. UGH!!! I stripped down right there in the kitchen and tossed the offending clothing into the washing machine, along with everything else I had on-- just in case there was more lingering unseen trunk funk to be found later. I then took a shower and got dressed-- again-- and plopped my butt down in front of the TV. Why do I feel like my life is an episode of the Lucille Ball show sometimes? :)