Dogs should never make friends with skunks ..
Well, my day was.. interesting. Well, kind of.
Okay, this morning. We all woke up to the smell of something sick. We weren't sure what it was. Mom thought she was getting sick (just like me, she smells weird things when she's sick) so she wasn't going to say anything to anyone. But she came down the hall to wake dad up. Dad woke up, and the first thing he asked was "what's that smell?". As soon as I heard that, I yelled out from my room "I SMELL THAT TOO!". I thought mom was cooking something. Like a breakfast burger or something. But, that wasn't the case. So, we scrambled around, trying to get ready for school/work, and trying to find the source of the smell all at the same time. The smell was sooooooooo gross!
So, I went to school, and I smelled the smell again. That's when I got confused. Everyone was going around saying that the school smelled like skunk. I told Mr Strickland and the janitors that the smell was at my house as well. I thought it would be something in the air. But, I was also really paranoid that it was me. I had already been investigated at that point, and I smelled like me. Nothing out of the ordinary. I kept smelling it and thinking it was me. Sarah Eagles reassured me that it wasn't.
I called my mom during my free and asked her if she had found the source of the smell. Yes, she sure did. Bullet tried to make friends with a skunk last night. Mr LePew didn't like this sort of affection from Mr Bullet, so Mr LePew stunk him up! So, in return, Mr Bullet came in the house and stunk everything else up. I ended up going home to help mom get the house cleaned up and such, plus I didn't feel like smelling like skunk at school. So, I opened my locker... yeah. Big wiff of Mr LePew. My coat STUNK! Bullet must have brushed up against it. Ew. So, needless to say, I didn't put it on. I just went home. The janitors are going to wash out my locker for me. I felt like such an idiot, even though it wasn't my fault. But at least I can laugh it off. Heheh.
I came home and Bullet was getting molested (what I say when he's getting a bath, cause he hates baths). He looked at me as if to say "SAVE ME!" It was cute. So, then, I had to air force him (a form of drying groomers do before they actually do the finish drying.) I used to do this at work all the time last summer, so I felt like I was back at work, but the shop was my bathroom and the client was my dog. Apparently, I did a really good job on him, except for a few spots, which mom did. So, life was good. I am all clean and nice smelling now. I made sure I smelled nice in the shower. Heheh.
So, that was my eventful day. Only one class. Bahaha.
When i kill myself i'll...
Find
out your most ideal means of suicide by clicking here
Anyway, I'm out.
*salutes*
Okay, this morning. We all woke up to the smell of something sick. We weren't sure what it was. Mom thought she was getting sick (just like me, she smells weird things when she's sick) so she wasn't going to say anything to anyone. But she came down the hall to wake dad up. Dad woke up, and the first thing he asked was "what's that smell?". As soon as I heard that, I yelled out from my room "I SMELL THAT TOO!". I thought mom was cooking something. Like a breakfast burger or something. But, that wasn't the case. So, we scrambled around, trying to get ready for school/work, and trying to find the source of the smell all at the same time. The smell was sooooooooo gross!
So, I went to school, and I smelled the smell again. That's when I got confused. Everyone was going around saying that the school smelled like skunk. I told Mr Strickland and the janitors that the smell was at my house as well. I thought it would be something in the air. But, I was also really paranoid that it was me. I had already been investigated at that point, and I smelled like me. Nothing out of the ordinary. I kept smelling it and thinking it was me. Sarah Eagles reassured me that it wasn't.
I called my mom during my free and asked her if she had found the source of the smell. Yes, she sure did. Bullet tried to make friends with a skunk last night. Mr LePew didn't like this sort of affection from Mr Bullet, so Mr LePew stunk him up! So, in return, Mr Bullet came in the house and stunk everything else up. I ended up going home to help mom get the house cleaned up and such, plus I didn't feel like smelling like skunk at school. So, I opened my locker... yeah. Big wiff of Mr LePew. My coat STUNK! Bullet must have brushed up against it. Ew. So, needless to say, I didn't put it on. I just went home. The janitors are going to wash out my locker for me. I felt like such an idiot, even though it wasn't my fault. But at least I can laugh it off. Heheh.
I came home and Bullet was getting molested (what I say when he's getting a bath, cause he hates baths). He looked at me as if to say "SAVE ME!" It was cute. So, then, I had to air force him (a form of drying groomers do before they actually do the finish drying.) I used to do this at work all the time last summer, so I felt like I was back at work, but the shop was my bathroom and the client was my dog. Apparently, I did a really good job on him, except for a few spots, which mom did. So, life was good. I am all clean and nice smelling now. I made sure I smelled nice in the shower. Heheh.
So, that was my eventful day. Only one class. Bahaha.
When i kill myself i'll...
Find
out your most ideal means of suicide by clicking here
Anyway, I'm out.
*salutes*