Saturday, June 4, 2011

Why I almost punched Beau in the Face.

My car has been REEKING for a solid week now. I spray it down with heavy-duty-obnoxiously-strong strawberry air freshener every single day but the smell still persists. It smells like death and bad decisions. And I can't quite put my finger on it. But it is something fierce.

Finally figured it out yesterday!

Gross Baby WOUNDED Shad

Beau left an opened package Gross Nasty WOUNDED BABY SHAD in his tackle bag. FOR A WEEK. Oh. My. God.

It still smells horrible, but we are recouping.

Lady will survive, Beau however may not.
Kidding. Kinda. Ok I am.

Looking forward to sweet smelling days on the horizon