So as I said, my dad and I went to Frederick MD over the weekend and took in the Dock Dogs competition. It was worth the drive. It was a gorgeous day and driving through farmland as the sun comes up is something everyone should do more often. Even if you are in the car with a man who is being very sarcastic about the fact that you overslept by 51 minutes for the current outing. It was a mistake. I set the alarm – I just didn’t turn it on. I should be excused. I am on a lot of medication. But no. There will be no forgiveness. Just sarcastic torture.
But it was a wonderful father-daughter outing. I took too many pictures and he just wandered around saying hello to all the animals and staring at the people in attendance.
I think there is a Fly Dog competition coming up that I’ll try going to next. Don’t I sound like I know what I’m talking about? I totally don’t.
"Just Flyball" September 12-13, 2009
Howard County Fairgrounds, West Friendship, MD
website information here
Crofton’s PAGE SIX Gossip News:
So I was at Shopper’s last night with my spawn. He was driving me nuts about wanting to buy an iCarly GoGurt which was frankly just never going to happen. I dislike the iCarly show very much and hope to bitch slap all involved in the future sometime. So he’s complaining and complaining while we are behind this couple in the register line. They are one of a number of Crofton type couples. Slightly overweight. Pasty skin. Multiple children. Sad summer wear. She had a Michelle Duggar one barrette hairstyle. He had a lost look and kept asking her questions that seemed to irritate the shit out of her. I watched them and took another moment to think highly of my divorce lawyer. They moved along and I continued to try to convince my child that I was momentarily French and could not understand what he was saying. “Je ne parle pas, non. N’ecute. Que?” He hates it when I do this.
And I am fine with that.
So we leave the register – go to the Redbox to see if they have a movie called “Sunshine Cleaning” that I want to see. And we are behind the same family again. But now we are not corralled. So I am at liberty to scope out entire outfits and blatantly eavesdrop. The man is wearing man sandals with while tube socks. Why? So you want your feet to be cool. But still be able to get wet and dirty. Do you have a big ugly bruise you are hiding on your shin? Cause why the hell else would you have put that stupid look together. And I am trying to gather my thoughts on his whole life - but I can’t cause his wife is such a gigantic NAG that I have to focus my hate on her. And my “I smell urine” look. Why do people like this marry? He is obviously hating life. And their kids aren’t going to save him. Why is she so unhappy (and poorly dressed). I priced her out and to be honest – the quality isn’t such an issue as the selection of garments. I decide they have a Voyager mini-van in the parking lot. A white one with a bunch of flip flops lined up on the back window showing their close family bond.
But I am wrong. They have parked about 3 cars closer to the store than we have , on the same aisle and they are loading all their complaints and purchases into a red PT Cruiser. (ick). It has no flip flops – but it does have an OBX circle sticker with the lighthouse on it. I was so close. Kinda.
Fast Forward : Wednesday Morning (today) 9:12 am
I am leaving the dog park with Dumb and Dumber and I see a Red PT Cruiser pull into the empty soccer field parking. A parking lot empty save one white BG&E truck with a man leaning against the passenger side door. She pulls in. I check to see that it is her again, kinda grinning to myself. Yep – there’s the OBX sticker. It’s her.
And then I see her park next to the BG&E truck. And get out. AND KISS THE BG&E MAN!!!!!!!!!! That man is NOT her husband.
I check the clock – think back to my mental picture of last night with her and her family. She just dropped all her kids off at school. Her husband must have been off to work. Oh my GAWD you waskilly wabbit you. And with the BG& E man! I could hardly drive for the amount of open-mouthed speculation going on in my car. I explained the whole thing to Thor. Cause he was making eye contact and was in the front seat. I love how Labradors always look interested.
But that was the excitement this morning. Still trying to decide if they met when he came to her house to “read her meter”. Hehe…too much.