TMI Friday! What IS that SMELL???

Hello kiddies! Welcome to my very first Blog Carnival!

TMI FRIDAY!

What is TMI Friday? Well, this is a fun game where ANYTHING goes! Things you wouldn't normally talk about in a blog, but happen to us EVERY DAY!

Here's what you do:

1) Write a TMI blog about anything bizarre, weird, or just plain gross that's happened to you (please keep it family friendly!).

2) Take my TMI Friday button on the right side of the page and post  it into your blog to link back to me (copy and paste the code).

3) Sign in below on my linky

That's it! It's that simple!!

So, without further ado,

WHAT IS THAT SMELL??

There's a song my kids sing all the time:

"Be careful little ears what you hear

Be careful little ears what you hear

For the Father up above,

Is looking down in love,

So be careful little ears what you hear . . ."

It goes on in the following verses to talk about other parts of the body that experience outside forces - our mouths, our feet, our eyes, etc.

Every once in a while, though, I think there should be another verse added.

OUR NOSES!

Let's face it - we all have one.

the phantom smell

It can be ANYWHERE

Our car

Our bathroom

Our kitchen

Even our laundry room

Or bed room

Sometimes, it's a pleasant one - something that reminds us of our childhood or a fun vacation

But more often than not

it's not.

Has this ever happened to you?

It's happened to me

I got a story about it.

D'ya like to hear it?

Here it goes:

A couple of weeks ago, I was in the car with my husband on our way to my folks' house.

We had just dropped off the kids at his parents house as we were going out for the evening with mine to celebrate my moms . . . er . . . 29 1/2 . . . birthday.

Then. I smelled it.

It was an unpleasant oder.

It reminded me of . . . BO and hairspray.

I searched frantically around me trying to find what it was, but to no avail.

I could find nothing.

A couple of days later, I was back in the car. I smelled it again.

I got out of the car to search the back seat and rear hatch for anything that might be offending to the olfactory nerve.

I could find NOTHING.

My husband cleaned out the car, and as far as I know, HE found nothing.

It was a mystery.

One that I was quite frightened to find the answer to, frankly.

And I should have been afraid.

I should have been VERY afraid.

For a few days ago, I smelled it again. 

So, I searched the car high and low. 

My 13 year old daughter had left a bag of clothes in the front seat, could it be it? 

No.

My to-go bag was next to it, could that be it? 

No.

The bag of trash my husband left in the back, that HAD to be it, right?

No.

Then. I. Found. It.

The most obscene, putrid, disgusting sight.

There, tucked up under one of the seats was a pair of a child's underpants that had been soiled.

That's right.

Soiled.

And not the #1 kind of soiled either.

Disgusted, I simply picked them up and threw them into the dumpster.

Then I closed the car doors.

I went inside.

And I washed my hands for about thirty minutes.

Got a TMI story you want to share? Be sure to link up below and join the fun!