And then your dog plays with a skunk at 8:00 p.m. on Sunday night. Brilliant!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Ah! The vague scent of skunk.
You know those weekends that are really, really good? When you go hiking in the snow to see a beautiful, frozen waterfall? When you go out for sinfully delicious ice cream? When going grocery shopping doesn't seem so bad after all of that?