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Friday, August 8th, 2008
Skunked

This past weekend, Mr. Shoo went up to Chicago for Lollapolooza. On his way up to the city, he dropped me off in Joliet so that I could spend four days with one of my best friends, roommate from college, and bridesmaid in my wedding, Christy Lynn.
Chaos usually ensues when Christy and I are together. This past weekend was no different.
Chris dropped me off in Joliet around 7:30. Christy and I ate, caught up and just laid around on the couch like bums until 11:30 when we decided to go to bed. She had to be up for beauty school in the morning, and I just like to sleep. So, she went to let Apollo, their boxer, out for the last time that night.
I'm sitting in the living room when I hear Christy shout, "There's an animal out back. Duain, there's an animal. Apollo! Get back here! Apollo!" Then I heard a sound like an air freshener going off. But it was most definitely not an air freshener aroma that hit my nose when the dog came running in.
He'd bolted past Christy and frantically jumped onto the couch. My eyes were watering, and my nose and mouth burned.
He'd been skunked.
Christy's boyfriend, the dog's actual owner, was out of town for his job. So, Christy, Duaine, the roommate, and I had to figure out what to do...So, what did Duaine do? Jump online. Christy and I dragged the dog into the bathroom and locked him in, then headed to Jewel, the only open store in the area, and waited for Duaine to call to tell us what to buy.

This is what the intertubes told us to get. Yes, those are douches. You can't use the hydrogen peroxide on the dog's face, so the magical intertubes told us to get douches.
None of that worked. So, we sent Duaine to the store for tomato juice, the wives tale miracle cure for skunk smell. Whatever wives say that tomato juice works are completely wrong.
So, we moved onto another intertube suggestion and tried toothpaste.

That's Christy toothpasting up Apollo's face.
After four or so hours and several trips to the store, we put Apollo in the garage and tried to call it a night. But we figured we should put our clothes down in the basement to be washed.
Should've just left it to putting Apollo in the garage because I missed the bottom step, and landed on the ground right on my ankle. I heard a really healthy sounding pop, then I crumpled to the ground. I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. I finally decided I didn't want to cry, so I laughed even though my ankle had started ballooning up and my toes were tingling/going numb.
Christy helped me hobble up the stairs and into the living room. I laid down while Duaine took a look at my ankle and Christy showered for a trip to the ER. I attempted to call my husband, but for the life of me, I couldn't get him to answer the phone.

I cut off my head because I looked awful. But you can see me sprawled out on the skunk-stinking carpet with ice on my ankle trying to get ahold of Chris.
It was three in the morning. I was tired and stunk like skunk, so I decided I had no desire to spend the rest of the night stinking in the ER. Duaine wrapped my ankle, and we figured we'd see how I felt in the morning.
We slept about three hours. We woke up to the skunk smell and a painful ankle. It was still sore/tingling, but the swelling had gone down, so I skipped the ER. We went to Petsmart, got de-skunker and cleaned like crazy.
I hobbled through the rest of the weekend very well. We had a great time despite the skunk smell.
We went to a big, Greek birthday party, where Christy shared her sunglasses with a tiny person.

Then we had a birthday party for Christy.

Here's a picture of the founding members of the chubby cheek club, Christy and me.
Before I left, Christy Lynn cut my hair. So I have new hair again.
I came home with a sore ankle, a bag of skunky clothes and new hair.