Join Me in Snarkville

Yesterday, I got a call from a friend checking in on me and she said, “wow, your posts have been more snarky than usual.” Um, I hadn’t thought so. Ranting, yes; but was there true snark there? Possibly. I mean seriously, I’m never too far from the snark.  So, today, I bring you true paragraphs that have nothing to do with each other.

If you think YOU were the one who rained on my parade*, you are probably not that person. My friends have contacted me and been worried and it isn’t a big deal other than that it has happened more than once, to more than just me, and I dislike it. My parade is going along just fine and this in no way caused the clowns to run into the band (which would have been funny if you’d watched it).

You remember long ago when I stepped in cat puke multiple times one night (which truth be told wasn’t the first or last time that happened)? Well, I’m going to tell you what is worse, but fair warning, you may want to skip the paragraph if the cat puke disturbed you. Yesterday morning, I stepped in dog poo. Wait, that doesn’t explain it. While barefoot, I accidentally stepped in dog poo. Full foot. Dog poo between the toes kind of stepped (both feet). Oh, and did I mention this was *IN* my house? Oh, you want to know why? Simple, my dog had an icky case of diarrhea because he’s not bright enough to not eat the blackberries while he’s doing his business. There aren’t enough showers in the world to stop me from throwing up a little in my mouth from the very thought of this. When I called Prince to tell him that it was the dog and why, Prince wanted to know what was wrong with the dog.  I reminded him that our dog is the prime example of why you should never get a dog on sale.  He was a markdowned dog for a  reason. (He’s better now.)

As a mommy who travels alone with Duke often, this story freaks me out. Watch the video and you’ll be shocked to find out that a flight attendant kicked a mommy off a plane when a kid repeated “bye, bye, plane” over and over again. Duke is 4, he goes through that, heck, we still remind him about his indoor voice, and if somehow that’s worth kicking someone off the plane, Duke and I will never be able to fly again.  The good news to me was all the people who stuck up for the mommy. Those who contacted the airline because they didn’t think she was treated fairly — and they didn’t have to. I want to believe that if I was on that plane, I’d have done the same thing, but  really would I? Maybe the kid was annoying, who cares, he’s a kid. Who hasn’t been on a flight with a kid who cried, kicked, or otherwise made the flight harder than it need be?

*I want to share that I got an apology yesterday. ’nuff said.