I could literally apologize for every single thing I put on this blog.  I’m sorry you are here, about to read what I’m about to write.

Because its nothing, really.

The other day I was up at work and we were talking about difficult customers and I had a brief memory flash.  Sometimes I get those….

I worked in a fabric store in down town Chicago for a while.  It was in Old Town.

We had big signs everywhere saying “NO DOGS” because the city folk liked to bring their stinky, sweaty (?) dogs in there and they (the dogs) would rub all over the fabric. Plus there was an allergic employee.

So one day, not only did this lady bring her enormous, ratty, dirty poodle into the store…. she brought it in wearing a soggy diaper (the dog, not the lady).

All the other “designers” were busy so I got stuck with her.

I HAD to tell her, man!  It was the rules!  I even pointed out one of the 47 million signs that said so.

She went ballistic.

I don’t remember EXACTLY what she said, but I know the B-*-*-C-H word was involved.  I was like, “Chill homey.”  She left.

Aaaaaaannnnnnd thats about it for that lovely memory.

But look at these pictures I took the yesterday.  I wanted to get a cute picture of me and the boys for my Mama.

I was like, Come on Siegfried, make a normal face (after he knocked Boy off the step with his spazzing)

Dude.  Really.

The only thing that distracted him was when our neighbor pulled up and set the alarm on his car 12 TIMES.  And then he came back out and did it 4 MORE TIMES.

“Why he do dat?”