tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post7051708512424533489..comments2023-11-03T08:53:55.510-04:00Comments on New England Mamas: Low Tide in DumpstervilleChicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-86637147089779425212007-08-23T21:01:00.000-04:002007-08-23T21:01:00.000-04:00Oh yuck! I can only imagine. . .We once returned ...Oh yuck! I can only imagine. . .<BR/><BR/>We once returned from vacation and couldn't figure out what that stank was that we kept smelling in the car---turns out a sippy cup of milk had gotten wedged behind a seat and sat there for week while the milk curdled and rotted. Although, I'd still prefer that to some sort of rotted sea creature.Fairly Odd Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11974404093257620566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-3249034129704682662007-08-23T14:40:00.000-04:002007-08-23T14:40:00.000-04:00Eww gross! I can just imagine the smell! As I wa...Eww gross! I can just imagine the smell! As I was reading, I thought of the bucket of shells still sitting in th back of the van from our trip the the Cape a few weeks ago. Thankfully there was nothing alive in them!<BR/><BR/>I laughed at the story of the hamster. The lizard we now have had a two week freedom run at it's old house where it apparently like living inside the table fan.<BR/><BR/Whirlwindhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16865143484526708978noreply@blogger.com