Ahem. If you were unfortunately shopping at the popular market in town (that specializes in delicious prepared food) tonight, I humbly apologize for my family’s behavior.
I tried to take Bitchy out for a little birthday treat (She choose the place, people, not me.) when our plans went horribly awry. How was I to know that Sassy and The Golden Boy would engage in a screaming match in front of the Sushi display case? How was I to know that their heated exchange would get louder and meaner by the second?
And, because I was already exhausted from my hectic life as BASICALLY a single parent, I had about as much patience as, well, any OTHER (single parent) kindergarten teacher at 5 pm after a day with no specials or breaks.
Before I realized where we were, or what I was doing, I started screaming right with them.
Next time I offer to do anything nice for anyone, somebody stop me.
Now, if you'll excuse me I am going to my room. I've put MYSELF in a time-out.
(And Cheezus *&^%$#, if someone around here doesn't help me with these *&^%$ dogs, we're having mystery meat for dinner tomorrow night. And it ain't beef.)