Lipstick: Revlon #677 "Siren", Top: H&M, Watch:Target, Jeans:f21, Shoes:Target
I felt like I was on America's Next Top Model when Ian was taking these pictures of me, remembering scenes where a model would complain about how cold the water was/how her makeup keeps getting in her eyes.
I wasn't complaining about any of those things though. No, I was complaining about how stinky it was where I was standing. See:
I didn't know what it was (well, I thought it was Gunner's poo because he always poos in that same spot), but I just wanted to get out of there really fast.
The next day, I'm sitting at the table eating lunch and admiring our beautifully unkempt backyard when I see Gunner digging under the fence--right where I was posing the day before...
Before I go out and yell at him, I stand up to get a closer look.
Now he's tugging...really hard.
I run out and whisper a scream (because the cable guy is in our living room and I don't want to freak him out. I could tell he was already having a rough day...)
But as I run over to pull Gunner away, I take a step back because...
Ugh. It was like I ran into a wall of stench.
I keep my feet at a distance, but I lean in as far as I can go without falling over to investigate what could possibly be hiding on the other side of the fence.
I see nothing. I hear nothing. But I still smell something.
I tip toe up a little closer and see a fat ball of black fur.
I run away literally ugly crying minus the tears.
Ian finally goes out to get a closer look and discovers the odorous black furry thing is the neighbors dead cat. And Gunner had been playing tug-o-war with it against the neighbor dogs.