I hugged my dogs today

I hugged my dogs today. With everything in me, I hugged them and told them how much I love them. I let them jump on me and get me dirty. I love my dogs. Every now and then I encounter a situation that reminds me I don't do that nearly often enough.

After a few days of being sick, I decided that it was time for me to get out of the box and get real food cooked, so I got my shower and pulled my hair back and realized I couldn't have timed being sick better because my forehead has been peeling from the burn I got at cruefest. In short, I look like an experiment gone bad in some mad scientists lab. So, I cut more bangs. Yay me! :(

Once I felt I wasn't going to scare anyone, I ventured out to the grocery store. Most of the trip was uneventful and went more or less how you'd expect a trip to the store to go. Then I got to the refrigerated aisle. Apparently it's going to snow here ya'll...everyone was buying eggs and milk. (I did notice bread and toilet paper in a few carts too) You might wonder why I took so much interest in other peoples carts? That's easy...as luck would have it, I was following a mother with her two children, approximately 3 and 5 years of age and they were following a woman who must have been 70 years of age who was shopping at a snails pace. I was getting frustrated...for God's sake, I only wanted white chocolate raspberry yogurt...I could see the mother in front of me getting frustrated, and apparently her children were getting frustrated. However, where that mother and I kept our frustration inside (Lord knows I hope people are patient with me when I start moving slower) her children had other plans. It was a moment that should have been proceeded by that whistling old west movie type music that is played right before a gun fight or a death scene; her older son suddenly starts yelling at the top of his lungs “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP MOVE YOUR BIG BUTT”. Everybody in the aisle froze, except me...the self conscious part of me couldn't help but to check behind me to make sure some kid wasn't yelling at MY big butt...and this poor mother who clamped her hands over her childs mouth and actually ducked as if to say you can't see me, you can't see me. She finally composed herself, and sounding even more mortified than she looked (which I wouldn't have thought possible) apologized profusely to the woman who took it with a grain of salt. When time started again, other shoppers parted like the Red Sea to allow the woman quick escape.

Mercy, I love children, and couldn't imagine life without my niece anymore, but it's moments like that that make me realize I might just love them best when I can give them back. haha