Last night was knitting. We met for the first time in an LYS. Isn't that amazing? Major departure from our usual book store café or tchotchke restaurant. Anyway, we had a good turn out and a good time and even a visiting knitter from out of town.
Driving home was completely uneventful. Pulling into our driveway was equally uneventful. Getting out of the minivan and collecting my knitting was just as uneventful. It wasn't until I was schlepping my stuff up the driveway towards the front door that anything unexpected happened.
That's when I saw it. Right near the wood pile. The wood pile created by the tree service guys who stacked it up behind the house. The wood pile that Number Guy and I need to relocate.
Yep, black and white and definitely a skunk.
I slunk, in order to avoid the skunk.
Little Pepé Le Pew wandered out into the yard, away from the driveway. I edged cautiously up the still pleasant-smelling driveway and into the house.
Number Guy and I still need to relocate all of that wood, but now we are less motivated than ever to do it.
Regarding something nicer smelling, I just read Cleo Coyle's Decaffeinated Corpse, the new release in the Coffeehouse Mystery series. Lots of neat facts about coffee. Good read.