Feb 16 2010
I Really Didn’t Know Whether to Laugh or Cry
On Valentine’s Day, Mr. Hot and I took the dog for a walk. Now, this isn’t unusual in and of itself – we take the dog for a walk together every weekend. The dog LIVES for his walk. The dog does a happy dance when he hears “walk”. The dog bounces off walls when he sees Mr. Hot reach into the drawer where the poop bags are kept.
In fact, if the dog doesn’t get his walk (and remember, the dog lives on an acre, so it’s not like he doesn’t have plenty of exercise space), the dog mopes. He sighs. He huffs and his bosom heaves.
He may as well be a character in a Victorian novel.
Obviously, we try very hard to prevent “the drama”. The only thing that keeps us from a walk is rain – and only because the dog doesn’t.do.rain. It’s okay for us to brave 40 mile-an-hour gusts in 10-degree weather, but heaven forbid we attempt to get him out during a shower – he won’t even go into the back yard until he’s ready to burst. And then? His feet barely hit the grass before it’s raise the leg, piss, and run back in.
Annnywayyyyyyyy.
On Valentine’s Day, we walked. All of our usual haunts were out – the snow was far too deep for a Labrahund. Or a Daschrador. And even though it’s hilarious to watch him bunny hop into the drifts, he barely makes it 10 yards doing that – and it’s not worth the bundling up and driving to the trails for that distance.
Where to go? We settled on one of the only places we knew there would be pavement showing:
We parked and made our way through the lot, being buffeted by the wind whistling around the side of the building while the dog galloped ahead, sniffing for lunch castoffs tossed out of windows by the kids old enough to drive to Taco Bell or Wendy’s at noon.
(He still dreams of that wonderful Saturday during football season when a tailgating family left an entire tray of hot dogs for him to feast upon. So what if they were cold and from the night before? They even came with buns!)
And while he was certain that the white box in that picture up there contained a steak – or maybe a cheeseburger – or at the very least…a piece of pizza crust – as we got closer, we could see that it wasn’t food at all.
Oh no.
It was:
Yes.
In the high school parking lot.
On Valentine’s Day.
(Thank gawd Shortman has already graduated.)
(And that I have no use for such a thing any more.)
—- What worries me is that I think this is the brand they sell at the Dollar Tree. —-
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Awww.
We live near a high school and all I get to see on the sidewalks are used condoms and disposed bags of marijuana.
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Oh my. I sure hope that test came out negative and that the teenager in question starts using birth control.
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Oh my! Well, I see nothing has changed from my high school days!
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Gusty wind you say? Maybe it BLEW there?
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Eek! I hope the person who took it got the result they were hoping for! :-/
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It is indeed. Or the 99 Cents store …
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Oh man. That? That is SUCH drama–and aren’t you SO curious right now???
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Oh boy. (As I hyperventilate thinking of 15 yo daughter and the 13 yo things)
One of daughters classmates is preggo, it’s so sad.
Off to buy a chastity belt….
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Bwahahahaha! I say laugh. Because you have a boy NOT in high school.
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Makes me glad my three sons are all grown up!!!! Two are married, middle son as two little guys of his own, youngest son is getting hitched in the summer. A few grandkids now are just fine but not 10 years ago!!!!
And really… if you needed to buy a pregnancy test, would you trust the ones that can be purchased at the Dollar Tree. I wouldn’t!
What? Did she pee on it in the parking lot?? Teenagers.
It is sad, isn’t it? I saw a box exactly like that walking home from taking Wynnie to her first day of Kindergarten. On the sidewalk that’s adjacent to the elementary school. OF COURSE I took a picture, all the while shaking my head and chuckling. I mean, it’s one thing to be irresponsible and NEED a pregnancy test that you are going to use in a parking lot and not the comfort of some gas station restroom. It’s another thing altogether to LITTER. Kids these days.
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Oh, shit! Doesn’t it make you feel worried for the owner of the pregnancy test, though…? And on Valentine’s Day to boot? Hope it was happy results…
AND I’M GLAD SHORTMAN HAS GRADUATED!
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God…back of the muscle car strikes again. How romantic. Honestly, you can’t make this stuff up! Soo funny/yet not.
At least you got your walk in.
Maybe it was a teacher…
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Holy shit! That’s hilarious and awful at the same time!
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