This is a Public Service Announcement!
This morning as I was preparing for family pictures I decided to look for that one missing hat I needed to reach Gymboree Matching Bliss (G.M.B.) (don’ t judge me, I used coupons). I figured I should look in the diaper bag to make sure it had not been shoved in on some recent outing. As I was pulling things out of my very full bag I was surprised by the lack of importance of the things I was carrying. The bag was full, but there was nothing very interesting in it. (Kind of like, “The lights are on but nobody’s home”).
That is until I reached the bottom. I was hoping to find a cupcake hat, and what I found instead would frighten anyone…..”WHAT THE PETUNIA PICKLE BOTTOM IS GOING ON DOWN HERE”? The further I got down I was realizing things were starting to become attached to each other by magical mystery sticky stuff. Then I found something even worse…..the black fuzz of death! MOLD, yes, mold. Now it was not as bad as last time…..yes there was a last time (and I don’t want to talk about it)….but the black fuzz of death is never a good thing. I am not sure how it happens, I am a fairly clean person, I try and never throw nasty stuff in my bag, everything kinda has its own spot and has a bag to go into…..How could this be happening again? Maybe it is because my bag is really deep and can hold tons? Not sure.
But, it’s a good thing my bag is washable! So, inside out it goes on a gentle cycle cycle with mild soap after a good scrubbing with an old toothbrush. After that it will get a rotisserie treatment in front of a fan. It will be as good as new (sort of) tomorrow.
Let this serve as a reminder to dump those bags occasionally!
Am I the only one that has had a gross experience that gives new meaning to the word “grab bag”? Hope not!
Now where IS that cupcake hat?