So, I have what some people might call a lot of diaper bags. I have 5 total if you count the 2 purses I use as diaper bags. One might figure that I don't see some of these diaper bags too often, what with the variety I have. This has proven to be the case with diaper bag number one. We'll call her "red". Okay, now for the story. One Sunday morning, I pulled "red" out from the far recesses of Chloe's room and I threw some things in her and got ready for church. I noticed "red" kind of smelled when I opened her up, but I new I didn't have time to deal with it because it was time to leave for church. So, I dug through "red" superficially and couldn't find anything that would produce that smell. So I grabbed "red" and off we went. During the meeting I couldn't do anything but smell the funky stench coming from our bag. I wondered what the stink was. I asked Brad what he thought the stink was. We picked the bag up and took in a deep sniff. Gagging, we didn't know what it was, we decided it must be some sour milk on the exterior of the bag. So we tried to igore the smell. But trying to igore that smell was like trying to be polite to someone you have to talk to that has breath that smells like hotdogs, or being forced to sit next to someone who has B.O, or stinky feet. It was bad! The meeting ended and Brad to "red" and Chloe and the smell. I didn't remember it again till Monday morning. I decided to clean all 5 of her diaper bags and start fresh. I cleaned the 4 bags and then went out to the car to retreive "red". And this is what I found tucked way back in a forgotten fold.
WARNING: These photos may cause gagging.
I am actually holding 3 items in my hand. #1, a wet wipe to act as a barried between me and the thing. #2 a sock which is stuck to the thing, and #3 the thing.
WARNING: These photos may cause gagging.
I am actually holding 3 items in my hand. #1, a wet wipe to act as a barried between me and the thing. #2 a sock which is stuck to the thing, and #3 the thing.
Any guesses? Yes, it's an orange. And my guess is the orange is from Christmas because that was the last time I used "red" because she matched my red Christmas clothes.
And here is "red" soaking in the tub. This happened last week and the poor bag is still sitting on the back porch. I'm pretty sure I don't have the heart to use this bag again. To my credit, the bag was zipped for storage in Chloe's room, so the smell was contained and growing for 3 months. When I removed the orange, I saw what appeared to be toxic gas exuding from the bag. So, my viewers, please reassure me I am not the only one who has done something this "stinky". I've shared my story and now share yours and we will try not to "remember" the stinks together.
Right before we started, I told Brad to not hang with me and just "take off". And he did! All I could see was his little blue-hatted head bobbing up and down way in front and then I couldn't see him anymore. 
During many races, Brad usually comes back to "run me in". Look at him letting me be in front...Ahhh,cute! I always have a gleeful expression. I remember in the Salt Lake marathon, just smiling and waving and thanking people on the roadsides. Brad told me I didn't have to thank them, but it was all I could do from breaking down and crying, so I smiled. This picture, I truly am "gleeful" because the finish was about 100 yards ahead.
