Stinky Spring

Well, it's springtime and that means flowers, green grass, green leaves, and...PEE-YOU!!!!!
For the record, let me just say that I hate skunks. I cannot stand the smell and I have to hold my nose whenever I smell them. Even if I see one when it doesn't spray I plug my nose just in case it decides to spray. All my girl friends feel the same way, but my guy friends disagree. I don't know, maybe it's just a girl thing.
I am a skinny 22 year old girl with blonde hair, about five and a half feet tall, and I just moved into my first house. I like the setting, but pee-you! The skunks must come from miles around. I have lots of stories about my misadventures, but I want you all to mix some of your own stories in with mine. I'll be posting about once a week. Here's my first one. This is EXACTLY the way it went:

Before I even moved in, I was touring the house with another woman about my age and a young ditzy burnette real estate agent. After viewing the property, we went inside the basement door and were immediately hit by an awful smell.
I held my nose while the realtor waved her hand in front of her face.
"Pee-you!" said the realtor. "Sorry about this. The previous owner said that she had some problems with a stinky little skunk living down here. Phew! I thought she got rid of it, but I guess not. Pee-you!"
"'Pee-you' is right! It stinks in here!" said the other woman as she held her nose. (Her name is Michelle by the way. She is now one of my friends.)
All three of us made our way through the basement, pinching our noses.
The realtor let go of her nose and began talking, "They said they'd leave the washer and dryer here if you wanted them..."
Eventually, we kind of got used to the smell, but it was still stinky. Michelle accidentally knocked over a few boxes and I bent over to help pick them up. (According to Michelle, I was wearing low-rise jeans and my butt crack was hanging out! Good thing there were no guys around or else I would have been even more embarassed about what was about to happen!)
As I pulled a box away from the corner, I saw a big skunk. I had almost no time to react before it sprayed me. I had just enough time to close my eyes.
Oh, the smell was horrible. Stinky, stinky, stinky, stinky! All I can say now is "Pee-you!"
"Pee-you!" I heard Michelle say. The realtor came over to me and helped me up.
"Are you okay?" she asked, plugging her nose.
"No! I probably smell horrible!" I said.
"I doubt it's that bad," she said, sniffing me like she didn't want to hurt my feelings. "Phew!!" she said, "Never mind."
Michelle came over and smelled me. "Pee-you! She's right. You STIIIIINK!" She waved her hand in front of her face and pulled her shirt up over her nose.
We all drove home in the same car and we each said "Pee-you" multiple times, as if it weren't already obvious how stinky I was. The stink stayed for two weeks. Phew!

Okay, not it's someone else's turn.