I was born a blonde but my 40's have changed my hair to dishwater blonde and grey. I thought, if I bought a golden brown, instead of golden blonde, I wouldn't have roots from trying to go too light in color. The box said light golden brown. The box lied. My hair is red, chestnut, auburn, orange, or something like that:
I told Mike I'd give him a ride to school. I left my P.J's on, grabbed my 2nd cup of coffee to curb my appetite until I could get home in 1/2 hour, threw on my Crock slippers and took the puppy with me.
I dropped Mike off at school, turned back onto the street and the car died. I got it started again and pulled back into the parking lot with the car put-putting and turned the car off. I figured I'll just let it rest, hang out here for Mike's 1 hour class, no big deal. If it won't make it home at least Mike is with me and can help out. Then Scout whined. Oh yeah, I forgot, I had the dog with me.
Normally I would have brought several bags on a walk. I felt so bad. Then I felt something squishy in my shoe. Turns out it was Canadian Goose poop on my foot and in the back of my slipper. I see some of the workers smiling as I'm trying to wash it off in the cold grass, cursing under my breath, college kids staring at this scene too. I said "Fine Karma, ya bitch, I guess I deserved this one" because I couldn't pick up after my dog.
The old man from the other building on the way out looked like he wanted revenge against us. I knew what he was going to say so I kept walking. As I was leaving and he was following us out, Scout took her number 2 right then and there, of course. He started coming towards us faster. So I started to jog out with my dog crouched like she wanted to go again and an old man running towards me. I was running away saying, "Sorry, I'm so sorry."
But he didn't want my sorry, he wanted me to take her deposit with me. I had no bags and he had a look in his eyes like he didn't care, the poop was going with me.
in my PJ's......
on a Monday morning.
My coffee was cold by this time and I was hungry. I smelled something bad and thought my dog still had gas because she wasn't done going when we got chased out of the apartment complex. I was afraid she was sniffing the floor of the car because she was going to go in the car.
I am considering leaving Scout at home once in awhile. I'm also seriously considering getting dressed before leaving the house now that it's November in Chicago. Because next time, when I think to myself, what could possibly go wrong, I need to say EVERYTHING. This is you Bev. Pack for a disaster. Remember your girl scout training, maybe bring a survival bag with me for trips over a mile, and some soap.