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EWWWWW!

This icky thing was captured the other night.

In my BEDROOM no less. Is that SO digusting?
Ick.
This was posted for Max. He liked the thing.

::stink, stank, stunk::

While Max and I were off having fun in Florida, poor Kris was home working. Working and slaving away.
What could be worse than being stuck at home alone working while the rest of the fam is on vacation? I know something. How about if the dog gets sprayed by a skunk after midnight on a weeknight? Yeah. That works.
Poor Kris. He was up scrubbing and soaping the dog at 1AM in the cold rain when he had to be at work the next morning. He said the smell was so bad. I'm glad I wasn't there for that. I wouldn't have handled the skunky house well I'm afraid.
By the time I got home Sultan had been bathed at least five times. This is a dog who's really not supposed to be washed more than about twice a year in order to not dry out his hair and skin. He's just not used to it. Nor is Kris. Nobody likes it.
And thank goodness for google. It was a quick way to find out the most effective formula to wash a skunky dog.
When I got home the house still smelled pretty weird. The dog seemed ok, but the house didn't. We aired it out and lit candles.
But then the dog proved he still stank. When he scratched or moved the right way, a smelly stink would rise from him--kind of like the yuck that follows pigpen around in Charlie Brown. The stink was the kind that you can taste in your mouth. Ick.
So anyway, saturday morning the Sul got another wash. By both men of the house this time.

Sultan seemed pretty resigned to it, though we're not resigned to the lingering stench. The wash helped, but there's still something slightly wrong swirling in Sultan's atmosphere.
We're just hoping that the skunk who decided to move in under the shed doesn't come back. And that Sul learned his lesson. (hah)

::sounds so tasty::

Poor Max is deprived. Before yesterday he had never ever eaten at Burger King. And that really bothered him. He said to me one day as we drove by the place "Mom, how come we've eaten at Wendy's and at McDonald's, but never at Burger King?"
And oh I felt bad for him. But in reality I was laughing. Hard. Because do you know how he says burger king? It sounds like this: "Booger King."

So poor Max was just dying to eat at Booger King. He'd talk about any time that he saw one. Any time we drove by one or he saw a commercial on TV. "Why can't we try Booger King? I know it would be good!"

So yesterday when we were running errands and we needed to get a quick (and unhealthy) lunch we gave in to Max's suggestion for Boogers.
We went to the King.

He was in heaven. "See?" he kept saying "See? I knew it would be good!"

And he was excited because in his mind it was healthy. For an extra .69 they replaced his fries with these strange things called apple fries. Parts of apples cut in the shape of fries. With caramel sauce might I add. So healthy. But Max would be quick to point out that there was also milk in his meal! So it was ultra healthy. Not to mention the greasy cheesy burger. But whatever.  I didn't even tell him there was caramel sauce, so at least that was healthier.

They look just like fries, don't they?  Weird.

And I felt for the rest of the day like I had eaten Boogers. Totally sick to my stomach. But my silly little son was happy.
And it was all worth it for the following:

Untitled from Ginna Hendricks on Vimeo.