Literally. I'm not having some hormone induced low-self esteem problem or homeschool teaching slump, here--I really stink. WE ALL DO at Doehill right now.

My husband turned the dogs loose from their leads this weekend and they got into skunks. In a BIG way. At 4:30 Sunday morning, I was awakened from a sound sleep by a stench so bad my sinuses were burning. The dogs, having had a successful night of skunk hunting, decided to retire on the porch beside the double doors to my bedroom.  I couldn't sleep, and proceeded to get really nauseous.  Morning sickness [all day sickness with me] and skunks don't mix well, folks. Hubby was able to roll over and say, " I don't smell anything." He needs his nose examined.

The smell was also in the car!  The little lady we take to church nearly got sick from having to ride in a skunked car. Me, too. Thelma Lou was crying, "Mom, my new dress smells like a skunk." She was near tears all through Sunday School. You could only smell it in the car itself, though, not on our persons or our clothes--at least no noe mentioned it.

After church, the kids and I went to my Dad's for a visit, but hubby had to come home to gather some notes and stuff for a meeting at church later. I called to ask him how the smell was--he replied, "I chased old Yellar around the porch with that bottle of Revive in my hand trying to douse him. "  Judging by the smell when we all got home after church last night, he didn't catch him. We didn't put the dogs up because they smelled so bad; we didn't want to get near those two rascals.

This morning as hubby left for work, we noticed a large pile of fur on the porch. Those sweetly disposed but stupid dogs had brought us a present. I just lost it. I had one dog on a leash, another by its collar, and half walked and was half pulled by them to their leads. Hubby and the kids were on the porch watching, with amusement,  as I was fussing and dragging these dogs to the usual lodgings, and trying not to get sick while doing it.. Hubby asked as he was getting into the truck for work, "Does it smell bad up there honey?"  The answer came back something like, "YES and those dogs had better NEVER be turned loose again unless it's to someone who wants to take them to a new home!"

I just hope that we can get rid of the smell by the time the Bible study is supposed to meet here Thursday. If not, we may have to skip this week.  The fur is in the yard and I'm not touching it. I put the dogs up, and hubby 's going to have to deal with the dead animal. This morning wasn't  exactly my "meek and gentle" best, but at least the dogs are situated AWAY from the house. 

 I don't have a bit of tomato juice in the house either. But I'm seriously thinking of opening up a can of diced tomatoes and sticking my hands in those. If that doesn't work I think there's some ketchup in the fridge door--hey, I'm willing to try just about anything at this point. My keyboard stinks now, too. YUK!