As if. My cousin and I have always been brill at coining our own sayings. Maybe that's what happens when you raise American kids amongst foreigners, they develop their own take on their native tongue. One of the things we came up with was the idea that if you were driving us coo coo you were in essence taking us to the 'nervous hospital'. I feel saying this is perfectly in line with lady like behavior, which is the total opposite of what I feel when I think you are driving me to the 'nervous hospital'. Ace inadvertently took a turn on the road there the other day when he came home after taking an extra long walk with the girls. He announced that a woman in the neighborhood had said that there were guys stealing small dogs. "What do you mean?" I asked in horror. "Well, she said that this woman in the neighborhood had her tea cup Yorkie abducted by two guys in a van. You know that poster of that cute white dog everywhere? The lady thinks that dog was stolen as well," he said. "How does she know ?"I asked. "She has a hunch," he answered. A 'normal' person would take this information and digest it, most likely weigh the facts, etc. Me? Well, I am in full insane mode. I started thinking that I should carry a knife when I walk the girls in my posh little piece of the City of Angels. Being that I mainly wear skinny jeans, which doesn't leave room for my house keys let alone a steak or butter knife, I didn't know where I would be putting said weapon. Then I went to the place where if they were going to try to take G.G. my three pound love of my life would I be able to use a butter knife? Hell yeah. If they tried to take Bella that would be their just reward, she's completely the worst behaved dog EVER, she would make their life miserable, first with her flatulence which would render them immobile and then her extremely shark like jaws which would take out a water buffalo on a good day. I am convinced they would be returning her pronto or at the very least she would escape unscathed and find me. Bella loves her mommy.
Right before I was going to walk them this evening, Ace came home. "I'll walk with you honey", he offered. "Cool, I was thinking about bringing a knife," I said, flustered. "Good idea," he agreed. Welcome to the nervous hospital....
Oh yeah, if your looking for The Bright Side Project, my baby has grown up and moved out, you can find her here...
