I figure since it's a minute to Friday, I can go ahead and tell the horribly funny encounter I just went through that broke in my weekend...
To cut to the chase, I moved into my new condo a few days ago, and it rocks. I might elaborate later, but for now...
I found out tonight that my neighbors across the strip have a dog. A really mean sounding one when it barks.
So I stepped outside to walk to the main complex to use their computer because I don't have internet yet. (Yeah, that sucks). Anyway, the dog started barking, like I was some crazed intruder.
Is it inside, is it outside, will the neighbor let it loose?
I ran.
What was I thinking. In my attempt to get *back* inside my condo, I fell twice, pulled out one of my soccer injuries, and then just limped up the stairs. I think by that time I knew the dog wasn't going anywhere. :p
Nonetheless I grabbed my car keys and drove.
I drove across the parking lot to get to the computer.
You can laugh. I am.
Learning experience? I better not get chased by anything real in life. There's no hope.
How's everyone's weekend shaping up?
Jen
-who wonders if she misses the roaches-
