Our dog, Sadie, sheds more fur than there are stars in the sky, than there are fish in the ocean, than a pregnant lady can use the restroom within an hour (sigh). We will be able to clone her years from now because I will be able to find her fur tucked somewhere into something probably for the rest of my life. It is ridiculous. In the summer, little tumbleweeds of hair will drift around the house no matter how many times I vacuum a day. That being the case, Jess and I started taking her to the groomers at PetSmart on a monthly basis. In the winter it is not as bad but still needs to be done -- or the tumbleweeds come a rollin'.
It was in the parking lot of PetSmart that I had my great pregnant confusion moment. The parking lot was full and I had to circle twice to find a spot. I went inside and dropped the dog off. It was really crowded in the store but I wanted to check out the after Christmas sales. I lumbered around the store for 15 minutes or so, not really paying attention to anything, thinking about how I needed to buy a few things when I came and picked Sadie up later. I then proceeded to walk out to the parking lot and to what I thought was my car.
As I walked up to my car, I thought "Why is there so much stuff in the back seat?" But instead of taking a double look, I put my key in the door and turned. Nothing happened -- the door did not open -- but before I could register that my car door wasn't unlocking, a voice behind me said, "Hello?!" I turned to see a woman with a cart full of stuff behind me. I then looked back at the car and realized -- this wasn't my car. I looked up and across the hood of the car -- I was parked two spaces over. It was the same make, model, color -- but quite obviously -- not mine. I then took out my car key, turned to the woman and blurted, "I am so sorry! This isn't my car -- that's my car!" I started walking as quickly as an 8 month pregnant lady can over to my car -- not looking back and silently prayed that she would not say anything else. Too late. She responded with, "I guess our cars do look a lot alike." Not really knowing what to say, not wanting to look back and super embarrassed, I kind of yelled/exclaimed back over my shoulder while picking up speed into a pregnant run/walk, "Yes -- they do!"
I then proceeded to get in my car and drive away as fast as I could.
I dedicate this story to my Sister Katie and her family (Greg, Cameron and Owen). Love you guys! If things don't get better, well, at least you can laugh at your crazy sister.
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