Came out of the shower this morning to discover a skunk in my purse and the previous contents displaced and flung helter-skelter about. I made the fundamental error of thinking that when fosteronfilm talks clearly and lucidly in the early AM, that he’s actually awake.
Me: I’m gonna go shower now. Hobkin’s sleeping under the covers there, okay? You can watch him if he wakes up?
fosteronfilm: Skunk there. Yep, we’re fine.
After my shower:
Me: Aghh, my purse! You were supposed to be watching him!
Matthew: Wha? *blinks, yawns* I was?
No harm done. I keep my various medication bottles in a separate zippered bag that little paws can’t (or at least haven’t yet figured out how to) open. And I really should know better by now. My hubby is so not a morning person. Although I don’t know how I would have explained bringing a skunk to work by accident . . .
Writing Stuff
After lamenting about the dry spell I was having sales-wise, I made two yesterday! Woohoo!
Received:
– 1-day sale to Helix. “Addy in My Mind” is slated for their January issue.
– 114-day sale to new U.K. ‘zine, Hub. “Wanting to Want” will be in their premiere issue, which I believe is coming out in December.
And, because three sales in one day is just too much to hope for:
– 111-day “almost” from John O’Neill of Black Gate with invite to submit again. While he liked it, the ending was too much of a downer for them. Alas.
Maybe ol’ Hobs threw his voice so it only seemed that Matthew responded. I think Hobs wanted to sneak into the government building. Seems nefarious to me.
Or maybe he didn’t throw his voice, but instead used telepathy to make me think that Matthew had woken up and talked to me. Y’know, skunk-related mind control would explain a few things . . .
I do so love the idea of a skunk running around the Georgia state capitol building. But it would be scary for poor little Hobkin. 🙁
Hee! The idea of Hobkin clambering up and down the stairs and poking his nose in all the attorney’s offices sounds quite adorable. But yah, Hobkin doesn’t do so well with changes of scenery. I suspect the MARTA ride would positively freak him out.
Why oh why do I hear you saying “There’s a skunk in my purse” in the say voices as Woody from Toy Story saying “There’s a snake in my boot”?!
🙂
Wow. *blink* I type well before coffee. *scrubs eyes and goes for another cup*
Virtual Tom Hanks impression, woo!
Hobkin sounds like my daughter when she was little. I was always scared of what she would get into while I was in the shower. 😉
There’s much about the lil guy which reminds me of human toddlers. He’s prone to getting into trouble if unsupervised, becomes bratty if he doesn’t get his way, gets fussy if not given attention–but on his terms. Yup. Good thing he’s so damn cute . . .
It’s happened here before. Is Hobkin small enough to fit in your purse? Seems to me he’s a long skunk, like my Maggie. Now a short skunk like Siobhana would fit perfectly into your purse, but a pure white skunk just doesn’t have the same “keep away from me” vibe that a skunk with stripes would.
My “purse” is actually a smallish backpack, so he does indeed fit into it. I think it’d be a bit snug if I zipped it, but it is possible to cram skunk into bag.
Hee. I’ve always been somewhat envious of those offices that let people bring their pets in. I’d love to be able to bring Hobkin to work. But on the other hand, since I’m allergic to cats and dogs, and everyone here has one or the other, I’d probably end up asphyxiating.
my mom used to carry her cat in her bag all the time – I think Hobkin must be scheming ways to get out of the house. 😉
It’s a skunk conspiracy! First step, invade the State Capitol. Next, global domination! Mwa ha ha haaa!
One-day sale? Whoot!
Actually, it was faster than that. I got the “want it” response on the same day I subbed it; I just don’t normally record my response times in hours! Whoot!
I think skunks are very much like children with high-functioning autism. 🙂