If wishes were skunks ...

I'd have gotten mine this morning. Of course, at the time, I really wished that I hadn't hit it (this was before I contemplated the idea that the skunk might double as a wish). There is also the possibility that I didn't actually hit it, but just skeered it so bad that it poofed on the undercarriage of my car. Either way, it was unavoidable, as Pepe was moving at a pretty fast clip, it was 5:30 AM, and I was only on my first couple of sips of coffee. In fact, I didn't really even know WHAT it was that I'd gone over at the time, as at that hour and under those circumstances it looked a lot like this:

But when I arrived at my destination - 30 miles later - it was quite obvious that it was indeed, to quote my nephew, a 'stunk'. So I apologize to all those other morning gym-goers who had to walk through the parking lot and get a whiff of my car's offputting aroma, believe me, it was unavoidable.

But it'll all be worth it if I get that wish ...