I met a friend for an impromptu lunch on Saturday at Panera. I had both kids with me and my little Coco did not eat her turkey sandwich. Knowing she would surely want to eat it later, I wrapped it up neatly in a napkin and placed it in my purse.
On Saturday.
I also have a habit of leaving my purse in my vehicle at all times (thieves, please ignore this last sentence and please don't bash my windows in...I don't have any money).
Did I mention this happened on Saturday? Oh, I did.
And that is has been well over 100 degrees outside? Which would translate to Hotter Than Hell inside of a car?
Since Saturday.
A turkey sandwich has been sitting inside of my purse, which has been inside my car, in over 100 degree weather since Saturday.
The smell that wafted from my purse today was enough to make me pass out. Best described as a cross between swamp ass and stinky feet, I do believe my beloved purse is headed for the dumpster.
And one more time for emphasis: Since Saturday.
