Potato Stink

A few days ago, I opened up my minivan and was greeted by the stink.

It smelled like death. Okay, maybe not quite death, but close!

I noticed the wet towels leftover from the swimming lessons we finished up last week (Kate passed Level 1 with flying colors, yay!) that I hadn't taken up because three flights of stairs and kids makes me lazy about such things. So, I took them up.

But the smell did not leave.

I took up more laundry. My van is not only a repository for toys and snacks, but also...a laundry basket.

Once again, the smell stayed.

I even apologized about the smell to the lady putting groceries in my trunk at the grocery pickup. God bless whoever came up with online grocery ordering and curbside pickup, by the way.

Pretty sure my clothes smelled too.

Today, I found the source of the smell.

I went down to get something out of the van.

Fine, I went down to grab the potatoes I had been meaning to bring up.

Guess what? The potatoes stank. They were also starting to grow things.

The potatoes were causing the stink.

Oops.

Those potatoes went into the dumpster. Then I had to rethink my dinner plans

Moral of story: clean out the trunk of my van and never leave produce in the car.

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