so I go to dad's house after I'm done work to walk the dogs(yes... I know many blog entries seem to start this way.. but this story is NOT a repeat)
I usually leave a amount of clothing at Dad's house.. most of it dedicated for when I wish to walk the dogs. In situations such as this.. along with the weather etc
but it seems as though.. I somehow have brought back to my basement location.. ALL of my shorts!
so it seems that I have to resort to wearing a whole outfit for Southeast Asia
that means..
A shirt that is too small (for its from Cambodia and everyone there is very tiny so a large would fit a 12 year old girl or younger)
pants hiked up to my belly button..shoes from grade 10 that are completely warn out
hair everywhere..
and freshly popped pimples (I couldn't help it! they were too juicy and tempting!)
and a bag with gem stones on it
I walk the dogs luckily running into no one I know
just when I'm covered in sweat
have dog bags everywhere
Im tangled up in 3 leashes
this man starts taking my picture
HE WON'T STOP TAKING MY PICTURE
the dogs are exciting and pulling me towards him.
the small ratty dog gets himself stuck around a pole
the big giant dog is wanting to chase a kite
and the medium mexican dog is hunting for mice.
and I'm trying to walk away quickly so he gets less photographs..
gee... I wonder if I will end up in the newspaper or something..