Double Skunked

As a kid growing up in the midwest, if you went hunting or fishing and came back empty handed, you were "skunked."

Now, we knew what skunks were, and were also familiar with really being "skunked," - being, or more likely, having your dog get - sprayed by a skunk.

I can only speculate that the connection between the two uses of the word - being sprayed with an awful smelling and hard to remove musk, and failing to bring home the bacon - is that both were very undesirable things.

Today is the day before Thanksgiving, and we had a snow storm.  The snow didn't stick, but it was falling fast and thick around mid-day.   I'm guessing that explains why no one showed up for the noon yoga class that I was subbing for another teacher.  At least I prefer that explanation to the thought that they knew I was teaching and stayed home.

Then, in the evening I drove up to The Happy Yogi to teach my regular Wednesday class.  You guessed it - skunked again.

I didn't really mind.  I had a little time to work on my own and catch up on some journaling - and then got to come home for an earlier dinner.  So perhaps "skunked" isn't quite the right word - but I like it, so I'm going to adopt it, give it a new definition: "to go to teach a yoga class and have no students show up."

Today I was double skunked!