free to a good home

It has been one of those days.  Yep, one of those.

Kristi’s grandpa had a heart attack.  That’s never cool.  He is still in ICU but is doing great–thank You so much Jesus.

I got a speeding ticket on the way from the beach to the upstate to see him.  I was going 15 over, following the flow of traffic in the back of a pack of cars.  As we passed the cop, there was literally a car between me and the cop that was passing me, going at least 5 miles/hour faster than me.  But I guess the nice police officer was too lazy to get his chase on and decided to get me since I was the easy catch.

I wanted to scream.  “Are you kidding me officer?  You are pulling me over when homeboy in the Lexus just went Dukes of Hazard on me?”

And on top of that, I get to face this whole grown up idea that I am responsible for my own actions and can’t always just point my finger at others.  That’s no fun.

My dog Pacey decided to put the icing on the cake while we were gone with my in-laws to the hospital.  We had her locked in the bathroom, and sometime during our absence she went into freak out mode and peed and pooed all over herself and clawed a huge hole in the bathroom door. Are you kidding me?  How can an 8 lb. dog knock a hole through a wooden door?  Is that even possible?  Yes…yes it is with Pacey the psycho dog.

But even though I want to just whine some more right now, I probably shouldn’t.  I woke up this morning, I didn’t go hungry, I have a warm bed to sleep in, and I still have all of my friends and family.  Thanks for that, Jesus.  Sorry when I am not thankful for Your over-abundant blessings.

But for real, does anyone want a dog?