Holy Crap! Is that Dog Piss?
If something outrageous, ironic, devastating, life threatening, absurd, or embarrassing can happen to me...it will. I am constantly subject to God's wondrous humor. He just loves to mess me, in a playful manner though. I think it's because He knows I won't take it personal, and prolly blog about it later (which is what I am doing right now). I mean, God has to pick on somebody, right? Might as well be a care-free soul like myself.I had just gotten out of the Moody Library from homework and researching, (but mostly bloggin'), when my gurly friends called me on my c.p. to come over and get ready.
"Get ready?" you ask? I was just getting to that...
None of us really drink, or celebrate Halloween, so we dance instead to make up for it. We don't hoochy-ghetto-'slut'imaxified-hardcore-humperate-vulgaramously dance or anything, but we do our best. Now, whether it comes out right or not, is another story.
So, at any rate, back to the "getting ready" thing, my gurly friends have been very successful in converting me to the whole "getting ready" experience (which involves dressing up, putting on make-up, curling/straightening hair, picking out shoes, etc.).
Being as how we were leaving in an hour, (and if you have ever gotten "ready" like a girl, you know it usually takes more than an hour), I had to hall butt on my bike as quick as I could to University Terrace Apartments, where they live.
I got off my bike, and approaching the apartment grounds I saw one of Camila's friendly neighbors outside with his dog (a manchester-terrier looking creature, too cute!). I asked him if I could park my ride on his pole, and he was like, "fo sho." So I did exactly that.
Walking up the staircase, I had no idea that his dog was following behind. Almost reaching the door to knock, I felt the brush of the terrier's hair on my legs.
I was so tickled that the little doggy followed me up the stairs. I started to pet him, "goochy, goochy, goo, oh you lil' sweet bundle of manchester terriness!" while messaging the pate between his bended ears.
Now, I can't quite remember what happened after that. It all happened so fast. All I remember is looking down at my feet, because I felt something unusually warm. A little puddle of mellow-yellow surpirse was surrounding my toes...and I know I didn't just spill Mountain Dew. I just thought to myself, "Out of all the days that I chose to wear sandals. Idoit."
"Um, sorry 'bout that," the neighbor said, "he doesn't see girls too often." Oh, GROSSE-GRODY-GROSSENESS! And what a sorry excuse. That little stinker pissst all over mi toes! boo.
posted by Becca @ 1:31 PM
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