“Mommy! Marsha threw up on the couch, and then she ate it!”
I realized this morning that Poppy’s ballet shoes were in the center console of the car, right where she’s supposed to put them after class. But the car and its center console are at the body shop.
Pete vigorously, repeatedly and with much gusto encouraged me to “Stop It” when I told him it was time to leave the very busy bakery.
A large dog jumped into my car when we stopped to pick Poppy up from her piano lesson. I think it was a pit bull mix. It had very muddy paws and a collar with no tags.
I think you need a glass of wine to go with those pickles!
Agreed. Ugh. What a messy day! Hope the evening turns around for you!
That definitely deserves pickle spears at the sink. Or even fried pickles. Is there anyplace there that makes fried pickles?
I remembered whose dog it was! When I walked up the road 30 minutes later, I saw it back in its home. They’re normally very careful to keep it closed up. And they’re nice people, so hopefully it’s a nice doggy. But still. Pit bulls just have a scary look to them. Plus mud. Hope today is a little less pickly!
He was a super-friendly dog! That was such a weird thing. I’ve never had a random dog jump into my car before!