The dog, who is the bane of my existence as far as cleaning the house goes, gets let out at 4AM. Much like a scene from Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom, animals scatter from the summer street beside our house, which I affectionately refer to as the "pothole" as he carouses through the woods. Today though, the bastard found a nest of skunks. DH was smart enough to let him in to eat his breakfast, which means everything inside my house reeks like skunk too.
Nice way to wake up at 5AM, coughing and snotting all over the place because the reek is so thick in my bedroom that I can't breathe.
Fortunately for me, the oldest boy begged 60$ from me just yesterday for a weekend trip to Minneapolis with his youth group. I think I've got a couple bottles of peroxide and some Dawn dishsoap that says he will earn that money. Meanwhile, I plan to sit on the porch and drink margaritas all day and then fry fish for DH for supper.
Skunk and fish...maybe I should think about an air freshener? So then at least it will be flowery skunk and fish.
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