tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post7764559175870634157..comments2023-09-22T10:50:41.465-07:00Comments on Finny Knits: Eventually my eyes will stop watering.FinnyKnitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813175777047535103noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-23852803369059525992015-10-02T23:00:13.672-07:002015-10-02T23:00:13.672-07:00Hey, count your blessings that they're not spr...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!Deccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04515274049604839002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-3542489489115430522015-10-01T15:24:45.092-07:002015-10-01T15:24:45.092-07:00that's my kind of glamour. miss you boththat's my kind of glamour. miss you bothAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09632569749355891349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-71343618147390110332015-10-01T03:37:38.695-07:002015-10-01T03:37:38.695-07:00At least your husband doesn't want to keep the...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.<br /><br />Sorry about your skunks, though. That sucks. Nice stairs.Kristin @ Going Countryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00221544641416039741noreply@blogger.com