she waited until she was ten years old, but zinger has finally made one of the more infamous canine rites of passage: she got skunked. drew took her on a walk last night and calls me starting off with "i've got bad news... (l - o - n - g pause)" and then proceeded to tell me the completely un-bad news that she'd been skunked. BAD news is she got hit by a car and is dead, which is what i immediately thought given his tone, so getting skunked, while undoubtedly something better avoided, did not seem so bad. that said, i'm not the one who washed her. that became the exclusive purview of mr. drew when he fired me from said task upon coming to live with us in pittsburgh as he thought i wasn't sufficiently gentle. my lack of incorporating a nice massage was deemed cruel and unusual. no good deed goes unpunished, ha ha ha! this is how he spent his evening.in other equally stinky news, figuratively of course, anti-flag was in town recently for their show and i couldn't go on account of my gimpy back. curses!!! i was pretty bummed, but drew was right (as usual) that i shouldn't go. i did get to hang out with justin the next day, as he decided to fly up to portland so he could get some rest at lucy's house, so that took away a lot of the sting of missing the show everyone else was at: lg2, trump and his friends, mike & galen, cindy and her boyfriend, my cousin kenny; i missed them all. ah well... not much to be done for it.
and last but not least, my first interview for the resident minister position was on monday. it went alright. i was feeling a little bit off my game, what with my back and all, but overall i think it went well. hopefully they'll invite me back for a second one and then hire me, so please, all prayers and positive energy to that end are appreciated.
