Sunday, March 27, 2011
I really should not interact with strangers...
Or even friends of friends of friends.
Let me set the stage.
I am fostering a puppy. My receptionist's brother's best friend's niece might be interested. But they want to meet the puppy.
Great! Wait, what? I have to be there. #ohdear.
But I am brave and want this puppy to get a good home, so I say sure, come on over. Wait, what? They want to come over at 7:30pm? Um, do they not realize that is just 1/2 hour before my bedtime?
But again, sure. The puppy wants a good home.
For the first ten minutes I am so proud of myself. I have not done anything stupid or weird or downright bizarre.
Then they want to meet Princess, because she sounded like a really cute Chihuahua.
I get very excited and jump up and right in front of them push out my chest, start unzipping my jacket and say "You're gonna love this!"
Ah, the look of pure horror on their faces. I then clarify "I've got a Chihuahua in my bra."
Again, that clarification never seems to calm people down.
Luckily Chief, the Chihuahua that lives in my bra is pretty damn cute so as soon as he sticks his head out of my shirt, everyone calms down and stops dialing 911 (or at least waits before they hit 'dial') LOL
So again. I really shouldn't interact with strangers #ever #youwouldthinkIwouldlearn