Aww. Sad Day
When we arrived, they had their grill going in the driveway with a beer filled cooler readily on hand. There were two blonde girls there, probably my age if not older. They had provided the jello shots for the gathering. One was using her little pomeranian as an accessory. The other was much taller than I am and wore a pink button down shirt with the first buttoned button below her boob, leaving her ta-tas hanging out for all the world to see.
Lady, I don't need to know you're wearing a matching pink lace bra. Leave a little to the imagination, ya know?
We had to leave early because Bella was locked up (a dog is the perfect excuse to leave uncomfortable situations, btw) and said goodbye to everyone.
Pink lace bra girl asked us if we were leaving and when we said yes, she pouted her lips and said, "Aww. Sad day."
It took every ounce of self control in my body not to burst out laughing.
So when I dropped a piece of chocolate on the floor the other day, I texted my husband: "Dropped chocolate on the floor. Sad day."
Forget to eat your vitamins today? Sad day.
Didn't thaw the chicken for dinner? Sad day.
The Hubby better be thankful he met me eight years ago or else he would probably be another single Lieutenant hanging out with dog-holding, boob-hanging, sad day girls.