Not How I Wanted to Start Off My Day...

I had just gotten up and made my coffee.

I was in a pretty good mood.

Chad yelled from the den, "What's that smell?!"

And by that point I was smelling it too.

So I went on the hunt to find it, and THIS is what I found:

(Brace yourselves, its NASTY!)

See that Black cylinder thing?

That's our garbage disposal. 

That we knew was cracked and I thought has been fixed by maintinence.

Ugh. I was wrong.

The disposal now has a steady drip any time the water was turned on. 

Which I never noticed, because usually there is a bin of cleaners there.

That bin is outside soaking in bleach, in case you were wondering.

I put a large layer of baking soda down (Both to use as a gentle scrubber and to absorb odor) and scrubbed.

This was the end result. 

I'm no genius, but I'm guessing this cabinet, in all its wet, peely, molded-ness, is going to have to be replaced.

Gross.

This is what it looked like after my attempt at cleaning.

Oh, and I should mention this whole fiasco happened before I had even taken two sips of the coffee that started this whole thing.

Go ahead, ask me if I'm a happy camper.

I dare you.