Today’s been a little tougher than usual. I got off of work early due to comp time and took Favorite Girl to see “Confessions of a Shopaholic” ~ she loved it, but I recommend waiting for the DVD.
Then the day went downhill: we were still at the mall and bought some cinnamon sticks. We sat down on a bench in the mall to eat them. A few minutes later, a couple with two kids sat down on the bench behind us. The man started yelling at the little girl, who I’d guess was about 4 years old, with rather vulgar language. I stood up to leave and my disgust must have been all over my face because he looked at me and said “you don’t like my language do you”? When I said “No I don’t” his wife pipes in with “Well, then don’t listen to him” OH.NO.SHE.DIDN’T. I could barely believe it and my only comeback was “The only way I could ‘not’ listen to you is if I was wearing earplugs.” They looked very familiar to me but I couldn’t place them ~ probably works for FM.
A little later, we were heading out to dinner and I decided to make a quick stop at a friend’s house to drop off some photos. As I was leaving, her dog took a bite at my leg. After 40+ years of being around all kinds of dogs, including pits, dobys, rottweilers & wolf hybrids, I get bit walking out the door by a poofy little peep-squeak of a dog. No blood, but I admit shedding a few tears ~ it really hurt.
Definitely ruined my appetite and now I have a big crescent bruise on my lower leg. I can honestly say it was the first time I wanted to drop-kick a dog.
Hey, come to think of it, I wanted to drop-kick the “swearing” man as well.
The Gym is offering a kick boxing class after work and I need to take it to get rid of this new found rage I’m feeling.