“Hey! The sky got closer!”
The skunk saga continues
Today I finally broke down and dropped Daisy, an eighty-pound ball of skunk-scented fluff, off at Petco for a bath. I can’t say the groomer looked especially happy to see us. Just before leaving, I said most apologetically, “Sorry to stink the whole place up!”
It was the first time I ever had to use that closing line, and hopefully, the last.
Breathe easy, class of ’91.
The kids who were born when we were graduating are still carrying around fake ID’s. They won’t even be able to rent a car for another half a decade. So let’s put away those walking canes and bask in the pinnacle of our youth, shall we? These are our glory days, people!
There now. Your fear of old age is dwindling faster than your social security.
This one really stinks.
A skunk christened the grounds to our addition. I tried an arsenal of scented candles, and our house now smells like skunk dipped in Lavender, Rose of Morocco and Willow Breeze. It has since permeated to our clothes, dogs, food, and babies’ hair. “Nature’s Miracle” skunk odor remover, as it turns out, isn’t so miraculous. I pulled a tissue out of the box, and it smelled like skunk. I wept. My tears tasted like skunk.