ok, here’s the deal. i took pictures of the tattoos on my ankles last night. i haven’t uploaded them yet, so don’t go looking. :o
lesson number one of the off-leash dog park: keeping your dog on a leash is like playing rugby with a quadriplegic.
this guy’s got his dog tied up, and he’s watching the poor thing get the shit beaten out of him by every dog in the park. even the shi-tzus are humping him. and he’s trying to blame us. they’re huuuuuuurting my doooooog, he whines. he picks up yet another dog by the collar, choking him, throws him aside, and is reaching for the next when i tell him that i’ll break his arm if he does it. he won’t believe that they’re playing, and if he let the dog off the leash, he’d play the same way. we’re trying to tell him that he’s not helping. and his fat little son is insisting we’re wrong because they took a lesson. and, yet, the only dog being terrorized is the one on the leash. go figure.
this is the kind of person who ties a dog on a three foot lead in the yard and leaves him there for 23 hours every day, insisting he’s getting plenty of exercise.
when i was twelve years old, i was bitten by a copperhead on my way home from school. i had stayed late to watch the varsity basketball game, and it was about five o’clock. there was no one left around. as i was trying to decide whether to run home or back to the school, and decide if i’d live that long if i started running and pushing the poison into my heart, a car pulled around the bend. i ran into the road, waving my arms over my head and trying to yell “stop,” which i’m sure came out as a whisper. the woman driving stopped (i was standing in front of the car - it was stop or run over me) and i ran to her window and said “i just got bitten by a copperhead, can you take me to the hospital?” she told me to get in the car, and immediately turned, looked at me, and said “don’t panic.” i replied, “i’m not panicking.”
she said “i’m not talking to you.”
that’s me right now.
and on a happy note, i’m doing the last re-rack on the apple wine, and it is po-o-o-o-otent, baby. and very apple-ishus. yum. :)
so we’ve had a little snow today.
and it’s still coming down. why, yes. yes, it was 90 degrees on wednesday. why do you %$@# ask?