(Title quote credit to PP.)
It was the best of days, it was the worst of days. Why? Well, let me just entertain you with my pain.
I went to help my Sister clear the way for new furniture. Yay new furniture! Everything was humming along, but I was getting tired.
As I went thru the dining room, suddenly her dog decided that he needed to occupy the EXACT SAME SPACE as ME, THAT SECOND! AS you know from my pix, there is NOT a thigh gap between my legs! Not even a tiny one. And her dog isn’t tiny! Did I mention he’s a HUGE 100 pound Rottweiler?? (He thinks he’s still a puppy lap dog, too!) So, as you might expect, I hit the deck. Not with an exclamation of joy, either.
Not actually Ranger.
So, as I lay there, stunned, my sister is frantically checking me out.
“Can you hear me?? How many fingers am I holding up?? Are you bleeding??”
Yes, I can hear you loud and clear- you’re shouting in my ear! And, I’d be able to see better if your fingers weren’t in my eyes!
JK, she was not shouting, and not poking me in the eye either. But it sounds funnier than the truth.
Thank God, I was not broken, or bleeding. I did give myself a good jolt, and some pretty purple bruises will be blooming tomorrow, I feel confident! And, oh- how I wanted to kick that dog!!
But how can you be mean to him, when he just looks up at you so adoringly and says, “Hey, that game was fun, let’s do it again!!”