I have spent the day feeling certain that I contracted some type of black plague from Kiddie Park. How else can you explain the fact that I can no longer breathe through my nose and would like nothing more to than to sleep for days?
Everyone knows those are hallmark symptoms of the black plague.
Or a head cold.
Whatever.
So tonight, P and I settled in and watched “My Name is Earl” followed by “The Office” and I felt the best I’ve felt all day.
Shortly after the shows ended, I began to work on my Fashion Friday post, liberally dispensing amateur fashion and hair tips.
Then, two things happened.
1. I heard our dogs going crazy right by our bedroom window, then I heard a yelp.
And then I smelled the unmistakable aroma of a frightened skunk.
Did I mention it was right outside our bedroom window?
It was so bad it made the dog throw up on the back porch.
And speaking of throw up…
2. About 30 minutes and 15 vanilla-jasmine scented candles later, I hear the sound of what can only be described as retching being broadcast over the baby monitor.
Either Caroline has a stomach bug or the potato salad she ate with dinner didn’t agree with her.
It certainly didn’t agree with her sheets.
Due to all the foulness surrounding this house, I’m going to bed.
Therefore, Fashion Friday won’t be ready to go until sometime later tomorrow.
I hope.