I’m not what you’d call “lucky”. I don’t win raffles, I’ve never found a $100 bill and no one’s showed up at my house yet with that sweepstakes check that I’ve been promised now like 300 times… (I’m on to you, random “to current resident” letters…if you don’t know my name, how can you possibly know I’ve won anything…hmm..)
Back to my bad luck. Last night I took the pup for a run. It was a gorgeous day and I was excited to get some bonding time in with the handsome little fellow while getting in my workout. I knew I had to hustle though, because it was my father-in-law’s birthday and the Mr. would be home soon to go to dinner. I picked up my cell phone to leave a message for said husband that went as follows:
“Hey hun, taking the dog for a run, be home in like 40 minutes. Locking the door- hope you have your key, see you when you get here!” Click. Phone on counter. Door locked. Gettin’ my run on.
About 40 minutes later, as promised, we huffed back to the house and as I went to turn the door knob, I found an upsetting thing…it was still locked.
After about 10 minutes of my dog giving me the stink eye and panting heavily, I asked a neighbor for some water. I jealously watched him quench his little puppy thirst, wishing I’d asked for water for myself. I waited another 20 minutes, during which I proceeded to perform walking lunges across the distance of my backyard followed by awkward squats. Whats an awkward squat you ask? Have you ever tried doing squats while holding onto a 90lb dog who has a fancy for chasing wildlife? Bonus: core strengthener.
So after about 45 minutes of (not so) patiently waiting, I decided I should probably mosey back to the neighbors and make a phone call. Here’s a little recap:
Brandon: “Hey where are you??? I’ve called you like 10 times!”
Me: “Oh, did you by chance listen to your message?”
Brandon: “Yes, you took the …