Last night, Jason and I had much to celebrate so we went out for coffee and dessert. I ordered funnel cake which came to the table warm and crisp and piled high with powdered sugar. It was DELICIOUS! Several times, though, I accidentally inhaled some of the powdered sugar as I was eating and ended up coughing and sputtering... does that happen to anyone but me when it comes to powdered sugar?? For the rest of the evening, the smell of powdered sugar lingered in my nose though - not a bad aroma to be stuck with!
Okay, hold that thought. Now rewind to earlier in the day when Jason said to me, "You know that sound we keep hearing under the house? Well I think I figured out what it is and you're not gonna like it. I am pretty sure it is a skunk." "You're right, I don't like it!" We agreed to find out who to contact about getting Mr. Skunk adios-ed ASAP after the weekend and went on with our day.
Okay fast forward again. When we got home last night from our celebratory dessert, I watched a movie then decided to head up the stairs to call it a day. As I did so, I started to smell something strange and unpleasant. I realized that our old friend the-skunk-under-the-house had probably been startled by the ruckus I made as I stomped around fumbling n the dark and whatever he/she sprayed in reaction was now wafting up through the floorboards of the 100+ year old farmhouse we rent.
Thus, I went to bed last night, not with the aroma of powdered sugar in my nose, but with the stench of skunk filling the air, wondering how long it would take the house to air out and if our clothes would smell skunky in the morning.
Such is life, right?! One minute sweetness, the next stench. Still, it is a wild ride and I'm so thankful to get to experience the entire spectrum. Cheers to the pleasant and the stinky and to everything in between. Here's to always doing "the next right thing," no matter what surrounds us!
Carla Ritz. Proof positive that God uses cracked pots!