It's Just the Old Lady Smell, Honey.

On foggy days, I use the magic of the rear defroster to get the dew off the back window. I just like a nice, clean window, okay? On said rear window is a sticker that was applied by my Great Aunt Ethel, about 5 years ago, when she owned the car. This sweet old (99 years old) woman, who wore tailored jackets and lived in a small neighborhood for most of her life, apparently belonged to the NRA. She placed the token NRA sticker on the back window to show her enduing support. I am not too sure that she even knew what the NRA is. Probably not.

I bought the car from Ethel's estate when she died last year, and got a giggle thinking about her driving around in the car with the sticker, so I left it on in her memory. Plus, I think it gives me some street cred in my parts.

As we made our trip to the store, I turned on my rear defroster to rid of the morning dew. When we arrived at the store, Dylan informs me that my car smells. Whatever, I have three air fresheners, but the Chicken McNugget smell takes a while to come out, you know?

However, while I was unbuckling Jordan from his cage, excuse me-car seat, I looked up to see the NRA sticker fully engulfed. The sticker caught fire from the defroster, probably because the sticker was so old and dried out. I did get the sticker fire out, but can you just imagine what a glory it looked like-- a shiny, sleek, white car, blazing down the street-kids wiggling around, waving to each car- everyone inside oblivious to the small camp fire in the back window. Insert theme song from Dukes of Hazzard.