You'll poke your eye out!

Well, my walking buddy and I braved the elements tonight, and collected our weights and aerobic mats from the building. It was bitterly cold, and windy out. Wookie acted like a complete moron. I couldn't get her to heel, even on her halti, she was jumping up at everyone we came in contact with. When we entered the building to grab our stuff, there were two people who said I could bring the dog in. The combination of the snow outside and the smell of our previous sweat from the aerobics room must have over powered the dog, causing her to act like a yo yo. My glasses were steamed up, and I was temporarily blinded. She jumped all over them. I felt like a bad dog owner, and I probably was because she was jumping. She knows better than that. It has been an embarrassing week. Yesterday, Adam and I went out to the China Palace in Clinton, were we always get our "special". No matter what the special is, the owners knows that we love our chicken balls. After leaving the China Palace, where the chicken balls make your cheeks smile, we dropped in at a few second hand stores, just to see if there were any good finds. After we exited the one store, Adam said "Grease. . .there is something on your face". "What do you mean there is something on my face?" "There is some orange shit on your face." No kidding, chicken ball sauce had somehow made it on my cheek by my ear. I had wondered why the store clerk had been staring. . . I said "wipe it off". He tried, with no avail. I said (and I cannot believe I asked him to do this, because I have posted on here regarding the use of mother's spittle at bus stops), "lick your finger and get it off." http://urbanitch.blogspot.com/search/label/Bus%20Stops Then today, at a pizza place with Adam, I ended up with pepperoni on my jacket. ( I am so glad we are married, and not dating, those faux pas would be even more ghastly if we were merely wooing eachother). Burnt my hand, screwed up the computer, and then as a coup de gras, almost did the splits on the front porch. Nice. On another note, this is really sad: 'Christmas Story' Director Dies in CrashApr 4, 5:41 PM EST The Associated Press LOS ANGELES -- Film director Robert Clark, best known for the beloved holiday classic "A Christmas Story," and his son were killed Wednesday in a car wreck, the filmmaker's assistant and police said. Clark, 67, and son Ariel Hanrath-Clark, 22, were killed in the accident in Pacific Palisades, said Lyne Leavy, Clark's personal assistant. The two men were in an Infiniti that collided head-on with a GMC Yukon around 2:30 a.m. PST, said Lt. Paul Vernon, a police spokesman. The driver of the other car was under the influence of alcohol and was driving without a license, Vernon said. The driver, Hector Velazquez-Nava, 24, of Los Angeles, remained hospitalized and will be booked for investigation of gross vehicular manslaughter after being treated, Vernon said. A female passenger in his car also was taken to the hospital with minor injuries, police said. More on Robert Clark