The Sweatshirt I Slept In...

I've been lazy all week end I kept saying I'll do that later, later comes but the doing of things doesn't. I had big plans for Saturday, wash the car, do laundry, clean the litter box, grocery shop ( at the very least buy dog food- the dogs are beginning to look at me like I might be a tasty treat ). I accomplished less than I planned, alot less, actually I accomplished not a damn thing. Friday night it was cold when I went to bed in my sweatshirt over a t-shirt, I wore that same outfit all day Saturday. Not too hygienic but hey I didn't do anything all day so I slept in the same thing Saturday night. The cat sleeps with me, to be more accurate I sleep with her. She sleeps right on top of me after all it is only a queen size bed so I suppose on top of me is the only spot she can find. When I get up Sunday I know it's do or die day, I have to get something done, but I don't feel like it. I pick a pair of jeans up off the floor, shake them out ( that makes them cleaner ) pull them on, look at myself in the mirror, decide my hair wouldn't look too bad if I can get the cowlick to lay down, a little water does the trick. I tie my sneakers grab my bag and keys, get in the car and head to Wal Mart. I pull into a spot and catch a glimpse of myself in the rear view and thank God my mother can't see the way I left the house and am now going into the store, she would pretend she didn't know me, with good reason. I get a cart, put my bag in it and head to the dog food aisle, get the dog food & cat food I even break down and buy the cat some canned food so she will stop yelling at me when I open a can of tuna for myself that I end up sharing with her. I buy hair color, Loreal ( because I'm worth it ), medium golden brown, which by the way is a lie, it's very dark. I get the rest of what I came for and get on line, that's when I see that the sweatshirt I slept in is just a bit hairy. But since I no longer practice my southern hospitality I don't care. I drive home, bring the stuff in, put it away and before I get lazy again decide to drive to the beach then wash the car on the way back. I get to the beach and I am immediately greeted by Rocky the boxer and his 6 month old sister Lily the pit, they are both over joyed to see me. I do not know them, have never seen them before but they believe we are old friends. I am happy to see other dog owners that have no control over their dogs on the beach. I feel just a bit guilty for not bringing Lib but I won't tell her if you don't. I walk a little down the beach when Boss, the American Bulldog, races over to see me, Boss I do know I see him at the beach alot. He is without a doubt the largest American Bulldog I have ever seen, solid muscle, sometimes I think I can hear & feel him before I see him. I have watched him swim for over 30 minutes straight which to me is impressive for a dog. He also is overjoyed to see me, but he is much more mannerly than Rocky & Lily. I like to watch little kids play on the beach but not as much as I like to watch dogs. Even little kids know some sort of beach etiquette, but not dogs they play with abandon, they love everything and don't care how anybody feels about it. By this time it's gotten warm so I take off the sweatshirt I slept in as I walk back to the car. I throw the sweat shirt in the back seat and drive to the car wash. I pull into the bay and pump 8 quarters into the machine, I use the pre soak which to me is the same as the rinse but it's there so I use it, next I use the foaming brush but only in the windows ( it will be nice to be able to see out of the back window again ) then I use the pressure wash. While I am using the pressure wash I notice 2 bikers waiting outside the bay I am in. I now go onto the rinse cycle, with the 2 bikers sitting there, but hey it's my 8 quarters and I'm rinsing until the money runs out. So the money runs out, I put the gun thing ( I don't know what it's called ) away and 1 of the bikers comes into the bay, he has a chamois in his hand and he offers to help me dry off my car. Dar would be shocked because yes, normally my thought process would be- hmmm biker, this could be trouble and I would say yes. But I wasn't in the mood so I said - no thanks I'm just gonna drive really fast on the way home and let the wind and mother nature dry it off. He said " are you sure " I say "yeah ". I get in my car and drive home. I come into the house and decide to color my hair but first I should put a button up shirt on so I don't have to take the t- shirt off over my head with the dye on. It's then that I notice the t-shirt I slept in (under the sweat shirt I slept in that I took off on the beach ) has a message on the back: Save A Hog- Ride A Biker.
Yeah thank God my mother didn't see the way I left the house.