So I’ve been working night shifts non stop – mixed with day shifts and however much work I can get. And this happens this morning:
About 10:30 am, my neighbor knocks on my door, I of course answer it pant-less. “Your dog ran away” I’m half asleep, and am like bitch you woke me up and I need coffee. I finally understand what she just said and am like #^@% . I proceed to awkwardly say “thanks” and mumble “mother fucking nuts” as I walk away to find pants.
Finding her wasn’t hard though, she was at the neighbors house smelling her dogs. Though I did have to catch her which involved a little cardio, woo. I probably looked like a lanky giraffe trying to catch her all half asleep and shit. Hilarious to see.
In the end of all this shenanigans I learnt my lesson, to double-check Dutchess chain to make sure no one sees me in bathing suit bottoms again, because that’s a sore sight for the eyes.
Peace
The ups and downs of Twenty-Two. 