I've had the worst allergies lately so I've been doped up on medication to where I can't smell a thing. Josh has been telling me that his backpack smells like fish. I couldn't smell it so I really thought nothing of it. UNTIL TODAY!! The one day I don't take the medicine and I about fell over dead with the smell coming from his backpack. So I go digging through it. Really there was nothing in it but some clothes that were in a bag at the bottom that I always just leave in there. (just in case clothes.) Anyway we left the backpack open in the garage a few weeks ago and the frog must have hopped in there then and died. We left his backpack in the car last night and it got really hot. Well needless to say the smell was a decaying nasty frog that slimmed all over the backpack leaving a horrific and disgusting smell that made me instantly puke. Good thing tomorrow is the last day of school because I just chucked everything. Boy we have had quite the crazy week. The worst part is poor Josh has been carrying around a nasty backpack for who knows how long. What kind of Mom am I??? UGH!!!!
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Sounds like the back seat of my car at times, I often think something crawled back there and died too! What do they do back there anyway?! I ran across your blog on the Bullocks blog. You really could write a book with these stories!! So can I add you to our blogging buddies list? I'll let you add ours... What do you say then we can spy on each other since it's impossible to chat at church.
Oh my gosh Suzette! You are so funny! Just when I think your stories can't get any funnier! :)
I remember a time in college that I went grocery shopping and a pound of hamburger rolled under the seat and I didn't realize it until the entire car smelled like something had died. It wasn't until like 3 months later that I found it! :)
Okay I'm so glad to know that I'm not the only one to experience a frog death ;-) he he he! Although I can't imagine how horrid that smell must be cuz they stink anyhow yet I wouldn't go near our guys little home when he was dead for fear of passing out. Poor Josh was carrying his around with him! That is just too much! I can't stop laughing. Poor boy! And poor you for getting a whif too!
LOL Oh Suzette the stories you tell
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