Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Stinkin' to high Heaven
So I pull into my driveway the other night and open the garage door.
Sitting on the stairs that go to my house is a skunk!
I'm in the driveway. I flick my high beams at him. (Or was it a her?)
LePew just stares at me.
Years ago we had a skunk in the garage and it took hours for him (her?) to leave.
So I phoned Wifey.
ME: "Did you leave something on the stairs? It looks like a skunk."
WIFEY: "No. I'll go check."
So I'm in the safety of my car.
Headlights shining on Skunky.
Wifey slowly opens the door and SCREAMS!!
And then she does the stupid!
SHE KICKS THE SKUNK IN THE ASS!!
And then goes back in the house.
She gets back on phone and says the skunk is dead.
I'm still not going in the garage.
So I get out of my car and run into the house through the front door.
Wifey starts laughing at me.
The skunk is a fake skunk.
Well, actually the skunk was a real skunk.
He was just dead and stuffed.
And on my stairs in my garage.
SO TO SUM UP:
Wifey has a dead stuffed real skunk and she's not afraid to use it.