You know, taking four days off really is quite restorative. Okay, I only took four days off from SCHOOL, I still did a ton of stuff really. The first two days of my vacation I spent catching up on things that I had shoved to the side because of my chaos demon schedule, but honestly my friends, I did idle down a bit for the last couple days. It truly was a delight.
But, in true Kat fashion, an event occurred on Thanksgiving, because of course it did, it's me.
The day started out quite restive. I had prepped the pie dough the day before and baked my cheesecake, so all I had to do Thanksgiving morning was roll out my pie crust, fill it with huckleberry and apple pie filling, and bake it. The hubs made the sesame chicken and chicken chow mein, and I fried the won tons and made the rice. So overall, our meal was pieces of cake to get together and enjoy.
And enjoy it we did. I ate an unladylike amount of won tons, and after we had finished enjoying our holiday repast, the hubs asked me if I wanted to accompany him to turn on the generator as it had been snowing all day and you know, you need UV rays to charge a solar battery bank, so we needed to fire up the generator to do such a thing.
We slapped on our coats and boots, and the Corg began dancing around us in glee as she was ready to go out in to the snow for a play and a wee. I threw open the door and followed her out, right into the spray of the skunk's odorous spout.
The Corg took a direct hit, right to the nose. Me, I didn't get spray on me but it did go right into my nose and fried my olfactory bulbs right out of my cranium. My eyes watered, but before I lost my vision, I spied the Corg thrashing about in the snow, wiping her snout as if to try to get rid of the offending odor.
The hubs was emitting offended Sasquatch sounds, and I, aside from being smell-horrified, became immediately despondent by the amount of work that had just been plunked into my lap.
The Corg hates baths. So it was with a stony resolve that I picked her up, after aiming a few non Thanksgiving cheer curses at the direction of the skunk who had scampered under the porch after napalming us, and marched in the bathroom, collecting Dawn dish soap and peroxide along the way.
The following interlude was not at all pleasant or joyful. As the Corg got sprayed on the noggin, I had to scrub the noggin without getting the soap and peroxide in her eyes, a battle most technical and fierce played out. She even bashed her head on the faucet once, and I almost felt sorry for her, or would have, could I have breathed.
Finally the Corg was de-scented, I dried her, and began the arduous task of cleaning the bathroom, doing all the laundry, and cleansing my own carcass from the offending scent. I got er done, but afterward I wasn't feeling at all festive anymore. Okay, I was a little bit amused by the ludicrousness of it all, but I also wasn't feeling so great. In fact, I was down right nauseous, had a headache, and was in the cusp of mild anaphylaxis symptoms.
So, I went and collapsed and spent the rest of Thanksgiving being thankful that I didn't have to wash two dogs or a toddler or both.
It's kinda making me a bit scared about what's gonna happen on Christmas. I'm starting to get a bit gun shy....
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Is it skunk-trapping time? !BBH
Oh yes, traptasticness engaged!!
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Oh, lord! That makes my sauerkraut mess positively pleasant! Don't skunks hibernate? I googled it and nope, they just go into periodic torpor, waking during warmer periods to find food. So, yeah, if it's warm at Christmas...
What a way to spend Thanksgiving...
LOL! Boy do I hope it is cold at Christmas!
And now I need to wander over to your blog, I am curious as to what the sauerkraut mess is!
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