Okay, so this girl is really, really sweet. Cute, always chipper on the phone, can talk to most anyone, soft spot for old people, hard worker, and smiley. Sometimes she can get appointments crossed up. It may be on the calendar correctly, but she will second guess, thinking it’s wrong. That happened today.
She drove to the NOAH animal shelter in Stanwood to get our Chocolate Lab fixed at 8:00 this morning. Yes, the calendar has “Rufino Nut Job” written on next Tuesday’s box. She just thought she wrote it down wrong.
She did not see the 3 x 5 card-sized NOAH sign (if she were a tourist looking for food, the signs practically took her by the hand) getting lost, dealing with a dog who somehow knew the jig was up, and discovering the time really was next week, she was mad. So mad she said a bad word. I only heard one, but it was good one. Sometimes those are the only words that work.
It makes me love her more, actually, which doesn’t seem possible. A salty word gave me a new appreciation for her.
August 20, 2009 at 10:46 PM |
Too funny. I know what you mean about a salty word. When I say one, I always make sure I tell the others that heard it that I still love Jesus.
Rufino nut job…My kind of fam. Love it.