Dave's nose...

**Note:  Just yesterday I thought things were getting boring around here and I would have nothing to write about for a while in the journal.  Hopefully that thought will never pass through my mind again!** 

The list of things I love about my husband is endless, but just like with everyone, there is something that could be "tweaked."  If there is anything I could tweak about my husband it would be his nose.  Now, I am not thinking superficially, I am thinking functionally.  You see, for some reason it doesn't work all too well.  The number of times since I have moved up to Tidioute that I have said, "Leave your clothes outside," is astronomical, when confronted with the phrase, "I crossed paths with a skunk, but I think it missed me." 

So maybe the olfactory sense goes into survival mode and shuts down when you personally get sprayed by a skunk, so I will give him the benefit of the doubt on that one.  I hope to not test it out myself either.  HOWEVER, when the dogs get sprayed by a skunk, I am thinking one would be able to smell that! 

This morning at 5:30 I woke up to the smell of sulfur.  My first thought was "fire!"  I jumped out of bed, checked the upstairs, ran downstairs, thinking Dave left on the new fireplace he installed and it caught fire, but saw nothing amiss.  No smoke was to be found, the smoke detectors were not going off, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong.  I couldn't find the dogs which was odd because Dave always brings them in the house before going out to wash eggs in the morning.  I finally called Dave and asked him to help identify what I was smelling.  The reply was, "I think the dogs got sprayed by a skunk this morning when I let them out, but I didn't think it was that bad, so I locked them in the mud room.  Go ahead and let them outside.  No wait, nevermind, I better let them out!" 

So I have 2 problems with his first sentence.
1.  The word "think." - I never thought one would have to wonder if their dogs got sprayed by a skunk, I just thought it would always be OBVIOUS. 
2.  "I didn't think it was that bad."  - So you aren't certain as to whether or not they got sprayed, but assuming they did, it's not THAT BAD????  It woke myself and our 2-year-old out of a sound sleep at 5:30am, to which we could not go back to sleep.  When my oldest woke, he came down the steps literally crying asking, "What is that horrible smell, mommy?"

So to three out of four members of our household, it is quite clear that the dogs got sprayed, and it must have been a direct hit as it smells HORRIBLE.  I can't even open the windows because of the smell lingering outside.  Hopefully the breeze blowing will clear the area soon, and we can bundle up, and air out the house.  But as for now, there is cinnamon simmering on the stove and scented candles glowing throughout the downstairs...but all we can smell is SKUNK!  Maybe the kids and I have discovered the perfect gift for Daddy!  I can't think of anything else that would convey the meaning, "I love you," to my dear husband this Christmas than an appointment with the ear, nose, and throat doctor! 

**SKUNK UPDATE:  Since Dave was sent home from work due to the overpowering smell of skunk (even after 2 showers)...we have come to the conclusion that the skunk was outside the door that Dave opened to let the dogs out and must have also been sprayed by the skunk.  I think this is one for our record books.  Usually you get sent home from work because you are sick...not because people can't stand the smell of you.  Four showers later...we will see if he is allowed to return to work!