What the hey?
I guess every four year old has a friend you wish they didn’t and J is no exception – when he repeats what his friend says I want to march over to the friend’s mother’s house and say could you curb your child? The latest has been “what the heck” – apparently J’s friend says this over and over. I told J this is not a nice thing to say.
Tonight as I was walking Loca by Cabrini I noticed yet again how the statue of Jesus looks so benevolent with his arms thrown wide in person but as the giant shadow cast on the wall behind, it appears like some hippie guy shouting, “What the heck!”
As I came back around the bayou, Loca was accosted by a wee Jack Russell Terrier whose owner said, she’s just protective because she just had puppies. “How many,” I asked while trying to keep Loca from being chewed by this rat dog. “Five,” she said, “want to see them. Want one?” Her voice grew more excited and I backed away to the curb. No I don’t want a puppy – especially a rat dog puppy – can’t you see what I am dealing with here – a 7 month old Lab who hasn’t had exercise in seven days who is climbing the walls and hanging from the ceiling fans and has chewed my pillow, dug up my garden and when I thought I was going to scream at about 7 PM tonight, she pee’d right on the kitchen floor sending me into a tailspin.
What the heck?