Trimurtisan
Flying by the seat of my pants!
Anytime you feel like you have an extra a touch of crazy in you, feel free to refer back to these pics.Dig if you will a picture of me running errands on a tight timeline today...
I hadnāt eaten so I was probably looking a little peaky. I had Meaty in tow so I was covered in dog hair. I walked into Grangettos with the dog in the stroller. (They probably didnāt know it was a dog because I had a blanket over the top.) They probably wondered why my ābabyā was panting so hard. They probably wondered why I was covered in hair & (since the dog decided at that very second to poop in the stroller) they probably wondered why I hadnāt changed my panting childās poopy pants. Ugh! It was so embarrassing! Not only did I look like the whitest of white trash, but I was also pacing up & down the isles trying to defy insanity by insisting that they had poultry dust (when they didnāt) because my DH swears he bought it there last time. They finally got me & my poopy, panting āchildā out of there by assuring me that the feed store down the street would definitely have it. Well duh! I know the feed store has it but I was in a hurry & this place was closer. Luckily the people at the feed store are always very nice to me... We all know those guys are used to crazy people.