So I was up north at my parents cottage last weekend and I was walking by the water with my dog and someone asked, "So, how old is your dog." Here I am, stuck. I can't remember. I could have made up a number but I stood there like an idiot shooting out numbers like that person really gave a shit. It was me that really cared. Because I couldn't remember. How many times have you been at the register at the check out counter and they ask you your phone number and your thinking all I want to do is get the hell out of here! And the lady is looking at you like an idiot because you can't remember. Or you don't know your PIN number at the check out (they're thinking oh boy, she stole it). Or that big search in the parking lot for your car. Have you ever cried and said, "I'm never leaving the house again!" Ok, Ok, so we've all been there. Not fun. But hopefully we have all found ways to alleviate these problems. I tried telling people that I have Fibromyalgia and that didn't work, so now I just tell people that I have a closed head injury. All the questions stop after that. Take a lesson from me. If ever you feel embarassed, lie your pants off. Summer So, how old is your dog?  Post edited by: summer, at: 08/16/2009 03:24 PM |
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