You know you’re a…

blogger when you open your minivan door, are assailed by an assaulting scent, and even while cringing as tears well up in your eyes at just how bad it smells, you begin to compose the blog post that will accompany this part of your life.

I still haven’t found what the reek is, but in the meantime I may actually resort to the hanging pine tree car freshener. That or drive with a clothespin on my nose.