Thursday, January 8, 2009

Holy crap

I can't believe it. The dog I've had for a year and a half just uttered his first bark. A couple, actually. No, I think it was three definite barks. My first thought was, where the heck did that dog come from? Then I realized, I have a dog! But he never EVER barks! I went into my brothers room. He was napping and he too was amazed. I looked out the window and there was a decidedly mean looking girl standing out there. Oh, and there were also a couple of little terriers. I personally think he was barking at the mean looking girl with the scowl on her face though. Rooney hasn't ever barked at another dog, he usually runs from them.


I love your hair...

Today after work I stopped by Kroger for some sundries and whatnot. I'm walking towards the entrance and I hear, "You're cute." I stop and turn, and this young-ish cute-ish girl is standing there. "Uh... thanks." Pause a few seconds. "So are you." I'm turning red so I turn away quickly and start inside. Then I hear, "I love your hair!" I stop and turn again. "Thanks!" I hurry in. I feel kind of lame and good at the same time. Although that was somewhat embarrasing, a compliment from a stranger can really make your day.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Lip smacking good

This morning my favorite customer came in. He comes in every day and buys four newspapers and usually a bagel or donut, and sometimes he gives me lotto tickets to check. So, he gets to the counter and puts the papers down on the counter. Like he does every single day. With the barcodes facing down. Every single frikin day, and every single frikin day I turn every one of them over so I can scan the barcode. This has happened about... oh... 365 times, and he STILL puts the dadgum papers on the counter with the barcodes down. SO. Like I said, I turned them all over and scanned them and then turned them BACK over so he could have all of his papers right side up, which apparently is important to him. I ask him if he wants a bag. Then I hear something... SMACK. SMACK. SMACK SMACK SMACK... no, I think I can... SMACK SMACK... handle it... SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. He is making disgusting smacking sounds as he chows down on that donut. It is disgusting. Didn't his mama teach him to chew with his mouth closed? UGH. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!! GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway. That's about it. I'm ok now.