I'm not a witch, I'm your wife!

Ugh.

This past weekend saw me lapsing back into bad bingeing habits. I started out doing very well--eating a little more than I would during the week, allowing myself some extra goodies like a normal person on a holiday weekend. And then began an onslaught of stressors that sent me creeping into the kitchen in the dead of night to stuff my face with cereal and ice cream and fluffer nutters. 

The main stressor was my car. 

On Saturday morning, I was leaving to go get my roots bleached. I caught a whiff of something unsavory before I had even fully opened the driver side door. 

And then once the door was opened all the way, I got hit with a truly horrific stink. 

I did a quick search, but couldn't find the source of the odor. It seemed to come from everywhere at once. Kind of like a combination of sour milk, vomit, and dead animal. 

But I was running late for my hair appointment, so I chain smoked all the way to the mall with the windows almost closed, and figured I'd just deal with it when I got home. I really had to deal it when I got home, as the car was scheduled to go in for service on Saturday afternoon. 

Once home from getting my hair done, I searched the back and under the seats, and found the culprit under the driver's seat.

A bottle of extremely old  Spiru-tein shake (which I had presumed lost--left at the gym or something as I hadn't been able to find it for like 3 weeks) had exploded, spilling almond milk and cookie & cream protein shake all over the carpet. 

And Holy Mother of God does that smell rank. 

I tried my best.

I used the Lysol wipes, paper towels, and copious amount of carpet cleaner. The smell seemed to be going away. By the time I had to leave to take the car in for service, the stink wasn't gone completely, but it wasn't as bad as before.

I apologized profusely to the service guys at Toyota. They said it was ok, that they would try and get it out of the carpet. 

Upon picking up my car several hours later, it was immediately obvious that not only had they failed, but the stink--after a couple hours out in the hot sun of the parking lot--was back with a vengeance. 

I went home. I cried about it to Kazehana. I went to the mall to get an air freshener and some Clorox. And I attacked again. 

I also continued chain smoking in the car. And spraying the stink with Clorox every few hours. It seemed to get less and less stinky on Sunday and Monday. 

But then this morning, when I was leaving for work, it stank again worse than Satan's own septic tank. 

So I give up.