Okay, so I need to walk my two dogs 3-4 times a day now, as we are having a new roof installed, and the old roof is lying in bits and peices around the yard. So yesterday afternoon, I'm getting ready for a semi-formal dinner with my husband and his boss and his wife - The one night of the year when he expects me to look nice and behave myself.
I was showered, dressed and ready to go, when I remembered to walk the dogs. So I snap the leashes on and head out for their afternoon constitutions. As we were crossing the rural highway in front of our house on our way back, during rush hour, Byron - whom I've taken to calling "Bubba Gump" - decides to trip me up. Down I went, flat on my face! And both dogs came crashing on top of me. My mouth and nose hurt so bad, I had tears in my eyes. I was sure I'd knocked out a couple of teeth. I was sure my nose was a bloody mess. I lay there and said into the pavement, "Byron, I'm gonna f*&@&*g kill you!".
Then I remembered that I was lying in the ,middle of the road at 4 p.m.! So I hopped up and ran, practically carrying Nula, onto the sidewalk. I was fine, no blood, no teeth left on the road, nothing but some scraped knuckles. It's a good thing I don't break easily! The one thing that hurt the worst was my pride, as the roofers had seen it all and were holding their sides with laughter...



