I ran into a skunk today

I hit a skunk on the way home from piano lessons tonight. That should be all I have to say about my day. It was a skunk-hitting day.

But my dear webmaster wants me to practice blogging l-o-n-g-e-r entries to check out the system. So here’s the amplified version to “I hit a skunk today.”

My hubby always says not to swerve when a critter crosses the road. Stop if you can but if there’s any chance you might lose control (as if that hasn’t already happened), hold the wheel firmly and keep going straight ahead. I was doing 50 on a curvy road so I placed my hand over my mouth (why?) and kept going and heard that sound.

I had two immediate thoughts. First, was it a mommy skunk and did I just leave orphaned baby skunks quaking in the bushes????? Second, how is it possible that the skunk managed to spray my car at 50 miles an hour! My car smells worse than my dog Tozer and that’s saying something.

I named him Tozer for the same reason I named our first dog Selah. It was supposed to be PROPHETIC. These dogs were supposed to manifest a contemplative life of stillness and silence. But the only thing they tend to be contemplative and silent about is rolling in cow dung. They reek. I should have named them dung and dunger.

But back to the skunk. I’m pretty sure it’s dead. I’m absolutely certain my car stinks. And yes, I've thought several times about heading back to check the bushes...