We've come up on just after 7:00 a.m. and the smell is still here...in the house...in the yard...and I swear in my hair. My taste buds must be wonky because when I drank my coffee the wonderful aroma wasn't there, having been replaced by o du skunk.
This smell that easily triggers my gag reflex isn't a problem for Hon. He actually likes the smell. Yes, it's true. While I'm sputtering and trying to take short little breaths, just enough for survival, he's taking deep breaths, inhaling all the skunkiness. I was hoping he'd inhale enough for it to disappear, taking it with him to work, but no such luck. I will now brave the great outdoors...venture out into the land of skunk...to greet the animals and get them ready for their day. I will not come upon the skunk. The sun is up, it is nestled in it's lair somewhere, and the wonderful breeze will take the odor far far away. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
*The skunk up there in the picture is not the culprit, although I'm sure they both smell the same.