I don't always sleep well, so I get a little irritated when "outside" events wake me in the middle of the night. Annoying things like our neighbor's motion-sensor light. Yup, RIGHT OUTSIDE OUR BEDROOM WINDOW. Black-out shades? Forgettaboutit. This light is bright enough to search the heavens for incoming bombers . . . or a waddling skunk.
The light didn't go on last night, but the skunk did traipse through our yard--and apparently right under my open window.
Skunk.
Even the word is unpleasant.
Hubby likes to tell me that Chanel #5 is really just essence of skunk--watered (or rather alcohol-ed) down. That most perfumes have behind them a really bad stink. Okay, so how does one figure out that one drop of skunk stink in a hundred gallons of alcohol equals lovely perfume scent?
As I laid awake (for far to long) I kept telling myself ... the stink will go away soon. The stink will go away soon. Eventually, it did.
I sure hope Pepe Le Pew stays home tonight -- either that, or walks on the other side of our neighbors hour. Yeah, by THEIR bedroom windows. It's their turn to be awakened in the middle of the night.
Have you been skunked lately?
