New Adventures in Marriage #87
We’ve been skunked.

Our old apartment, back in Chicago, was the skunkiest place I have ever lived. During the spring and summer I’d say there was a skunk blast/incident in the parking lot behind our building at least 3 or 4 times a month. Skunks have moved easily into the world of urban dwelling – they’re nocturnal and most of the time you don’t see them. The smell…

Here’s a rough re-creation of what happened last night.
Me: Oh my God!
Deeps (from the office): What?
Me: Can you smell that?
Deeps (wanders down the hall): I smell something here.
Me: It’s in here too
Deeps saunters into the bedroom
Me: See – it’s bad.
Deeps: Skunk.
Me: Yep.
Deeps: Where do you think it’s coming from?
Me: By the window, where the bed is.
Deeps: Yeah, outside… that’s where the garbage cans are.
Me: God, we’re going to stink tomorrow.
Deeps: You stink every morning, but I still love you.
Me: Thanks

I did make the mistake of opening the front door to confirm that the stink was coming from outside of the house and not from the basement which would be much worse. I opened the door and noticed that our neighbors’ fancy baby stroller was parked outside – and was now very skunky.

That poor kid is going to be unhappy tomorrow.

Happy Birthday to Blog
I would remiss if I didn’t mention the two-year anniversary of the Big Red Blog. Those were heady days – I started the blog when I was home sick with a cold and had just started to recover. I was bored. And now, 2 years later I don’t have a cold. Huzzah!

In general, I’ve found the blogging experience satisfying. The readership has exploded for a handful of people each month to upwards of 500. Thanks! The blog has finally surpassed the Seinfeld finale article and the Big E for traffic.

So what’s in store for the next year – it’s hard to say. I’m blogging less than I’d like to - but as of Jan. 1 I’m going to the gym more than I’m blogging, so in the long run I think that’s okay.

Happy Birthday!

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