It’s Friday the 13th.

I will do anything – live through a teenage sex romp slash flick by being the prissy virgin bitch, go toe-to-toe with Jason AND his mother, shave my head to trick Jason into thinking that I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together like Corey Feldman did – as long as I don’t have to try and sleep through last night’s Skunk Jamboree outside my bedroom window ever again.

Skunks are not unusual in Vancouver, and they’re everywhere in the summer. Sometimes the smell of a skunk from miles (and miles and miles) away can be even somewhat comforting; it’s something we’ve all grown up with and it isn’t THAT bad when the skunk is over in the next township. Last night, though .. it was bad. The stench just wouldn’t let up! I tried to cover my nose, but then I couldn’t breathe and I LIKE breathing. Ed got up multiple times to close the window or move the fan, all to no avail. We’re both more tired than usual this morning, but as our weekend plans have changed, this is no big deal.

I am DETERMINED to go to Lush today, either at lunch or right after work. After I wrote about the boobie cream earlier this week, Alison in Ohio sent me a Lush gift card so my boobs can have a treat. Alison is awesome! I’ve been dying to get to Lush and pick up some Lovely Jubblies for my lovely jubblies, but this week has been a little bit crazy. I have no solid plans until Monday, so that should give me ample time to sensuously massage a thick creamy lotion into my bosom and report back on the results. Maybe I’ll make a documentary. That’s not shameless at all, right?