I’ll start with the evening walk I took last night.
I came face to face with a skunk. I won’t get into details, but I ran like a scaredy.
Then I thought I stepped on a snake. But it was a hose.
Then someone yelled “whore” at me.
All within 20 minutes on a nice night, I was just trying to take a walk!
Today I was so bored but couldn’t bring myself to do ANYTHING. I hate when I get that way. But then we got chinese, but the soup spilled in the paper bag, and it got on my seat, and then I sat in it, then I got a plastic bag to put it in, but the other bag broke first and I. sat. in. soup.
What is happening to me?