Soap Suds
Practicing for Friday 13th...
by Cynthia A. Sorrels
February 1998It seemed like a typical Monday morning at our house, as I struggled with the three kids in an attempt to get them all dressed and out the door so we could drop our puppy, Oreo (a black schnauzer) off at the groomer's.
With 15 minutes in which to make a 25 minute drive, they were all lined up in the hallway and with a sigh of relief, I pulled open the front door and stepped out to unlock the minivan.
Our 5 year old daughter, Annie, was behind me with the puppy, holding her on a leash. Suddenly, Oreo jumped, yanked the leash from her hand and took off! Our 13 year old was in hot pursuit, but the black streak that was once our puppy had become deaf and ignored our calls, shouts and whistles.
I got the younger kids into the van, and began following along. Oreo stopped after a couple of blocks, so we pulled up, opened the van door and called her.
She tore off again.
After about 3 more blocks and a game of "chicken" with a truck, she ran into a field, with Marie behind her, huffing. I stopped the van, got out and crossed the street, called the mutt and she came to me! We loaded her into the van to the sound of applause from the 3 and 5 year olds.
At the groomer's, I was asked if I had Oreo's shot records. Since we purchased her from a lady who lives in another state, I didn't have the vet's name and address...so they REFUSED TO GROOM HER!
After taking the dog home, we stopped by the local Wal-Mart because I had three wrist watches that needed batteries. At the jewelry counter, I was told that "yes, we have all these batteries, but I can only sell you a battery for this one." She promptly put the new battery in my watch...and it still didn't work.
Time to go grocery shopping! Normally, I would've given up and gone home for the rest of the year, but we needed groceries and the kids were hungry. So we headed out to the local grocer, and as we were checking out, I was shaking my head over Marie's (age 13) antics, when the cashier said, "I remember you! You all were in here the other day and you were all yelling." Hmmm...I'd forgotten about that until she mentioned it. You know, that deer caught in the headlight feeling? Bingo!
So we headed for home, and I was grinning as I thought about my darling husband's latest fight with the phone company. Somehow, they've been billing us for some company's calling card calls all over the state. While they've agreed to correct it, it still hasn't happened, and my DH decided not to pay the bill.
So was I grinning when I realized the phone had been disconnected? Not exactly.
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