Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Eventually my eyes will stop watering.

I really thought I'd have more glamorous shit to report from our New Life In The Country, as it's been called, but who the hell knows why I thought there would be glamour in the country.

Mostly we just have skunks.

Hey buddy! NO THANK YOU.


Remember how I got so over our old house projects before that I never wanted to hear the word, "kitchen", again? Or garage. Or bathroom. Or porch. Or fireplace. Or bar.

Because of the all-consumingness of those projects? Because we were spending all of our waking hours discussing the ins and outs and details and plans for those projects? Those projects that were going to result in a remodeled kitchen, a garage with electricity, a bathroom without a time machine shower,  a not-collapsing porch, a push button fireplace and an effing BAR?


And then to get a fabulous new BAR instead of...just not skunk smell.

Yeah. So, we're there with the skunks.

These sick bastards went to absolute town on our house one week before we moved in.

Sprayed the garage. Sprayed the guest house. Sprayed the deck.

Our eyes are watering, but still - COCKTAILS ON THE DECK. MUST HAVE IT. NEED THOSE ONION GOGGLES. Also, please enjoy our ski fencing while the deck railing is finished. 

I'll just say that moving day was fragrant. Eye-wateringly so.


So yeah - all the glamorous fun projects like tearing out miles of heinous carpet, redoing a tragically tiled kitchen, setting up a media room or staking out my new garden has taken an abrupt backseat.


See...glamour. It's my life.

Thankfully, we now have A Skunk Guy.

We have traps set and they're baited with hard boiled eggs (I almost vomit a lot) and they're sitting out waiting to catch us the grand prize of a funking skunk.

That will probably spray again when The Skunk Guy comes to take him away.


At least we got the garbage disposal fixed on the home buyer's warranty!

Oh, not glamorous either.

Ceiling fan spins now?

OK, also boring.

New propane tank!

Snore, I know.

But the stairs! We had the hilarious contractor built us some awesome stairs! And they're pretty!

You'll have to do.

And he had his painter do the painting part and OH MY GOD LOOK A THE PAINTER GUY'S DOG:

I'm sure you realize that I cuddle raped the absolute pants off of this dog.

And then we've had some good looking sunsets.

Nicely done, Country.
And twilight turkey hunting.

And Jada's kinda in heaven.

Plus, we're managing.

Beer is why country dog walks are superior to suburban dog walks.

So fuck the glamour.

We have skunks, sunsets, stairs, turkeys, a happy dog and beer.


  1. At least your husband doesn't want to keep the skunks. For trapping bait. Because you know mine does. Like, actually passes roadkill skunks and starts talking about stopping to pick them up. And then I remind him that he is married and if he wishes to stay married he should not ever bring a dead skunk into the car. Or anywhere in my vicinity.

    Sorry about your skunks, though. That sucks. Nice stairs.

  2. that's my kind of glamour. miss you both

  3. if it makes you feel any better, my gorgeous, lucky, blessed days in my mountain house are tainted by disgusting flies that would also like to live in here with me in the winter. every time we open a window, 10-100 fly out from hiding. after they've puked on the window. makes you want to take a baseball bat to them. but that's not good for fly killing, or windows. add to flies a leaky porch, mice coming in the doggie door, a roof panel that blew off, bears dragging trash around, 40 acres of various noxious weeds after a forest fire.........all i'm saying is that i'm with you. BEAUTIFUL SUNSET!!! DELICIOUS BEER!!! ADORABLE DOG!!! HANDSOME, HELPFUL ROOMMATE!!! (;

  4. Hey, count your blessings that they're not spraying on the inside of your house. Being on the same floor at the shelter when an injured skunk comes in, so not fun!


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