What? Yes. Skunk.
So I didn’t ALWAYS feel this way. When my dog, Buck-the bad dog was skunked, I was headed out on a quasi-date and very displeased. The weeks that followed were smelly and unpleasant.
When our roommate’s dog, Dexter-the snuggle pup was skunked, I panicked. It was leading up to our Disneycation and everything was coming up skunk. It was more than unpleasant to say the least.
The thing is that I have a RIDICULOUS sensory memory. OK, I have a ridiculous memory, regardless…But now, when I smell skunk, especially now that it’s fall, all I can think of is: DISNEY! When do we go back? I miss you, Disney! Brian, puh puh puh leeeeease? And then I see images in my mind, something kind of like these:
And then Brian says to me, “No.”
Okay, he says that there are lots of other places that we should go, but all I can do is smell skunk and smile.