The past few days have been interesting ones around the Money Pit (what my boyfriend and I, and our friends, call our house). It all started on Wednesday with "the skunk incident", and has just kind of spiraled downhill since.

Yes, this is a baby skunk playdate in my backyard.

The skunks are still an issue, we can't seem to get rid of them. We put up additional fencing, hoping that would do the trick. Nope. Every time we go into the backyard, there's at least one baby skunk hanging out in the yard. And then, this morning, I went to let the dog out and saw THIS on our deck.

Why yes, that IS my patio table top completely shattered and littering the deck with shards of glass. *sigh*

This was prefaced by me getting almost no sleep last night due to a dog who isn't the biggest fan of thunder. Between the hours of 4 and 5 a.m. I just laid in bed listening to him pant and pace and shake, trying to help him out, but he was having no part of that. He just wanted to stress out on his own and attempt to hide under things that aren't hide-under-able.

Monday morning, you are THE WORST!