We had our bedroom windows open last night because it was so nice.
At one point, I woke up and smelled something funny. At first I thought it smelled like the toaster oven might be burning. (Please keep in mind that I was still in a sleepy haze....)
I got up out of bed and started sniffing around. Lew woke up and asked me what I was doing. I asked him about the smell. He said, "Skunk."
Of course!
I got back into bed and started to wonder about skunks and where they live, and why I have to smell one in the middle of an otherwise lovely night.
I went to work for a few hours this morning, and I saw the skunk.
In the road.
Totally squished.
I would say "Poor Skunk" if I really felt that way.
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Gordon knows a song called Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road and this summer when Aunt Debbie and I were traveling we heard it on the radio. (The oldies Station) If you ever want to hear it I'm sure Gordon would love to share it with you.
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