So, I'm walking along, going to work. It's a beautiful, crisp fall day. I'm carrying an umbrella in one hand because it's been sprinkling on and off all morning. I walk by a fenced in yard, where two adorable puppies are playing with two adorable young children in flannel jammies (the boy in blue, the girl in pink- no lie).
The little black and white puppy scampers up to the fence where I am and looks up at me with a look of anticipation (Or constipation, whatever. WORK with me here, folks!). The little boy says, "He thinks your umbrella is a stick- he wants you to throw it. Here- take this stick and throw it so he can fetch"
They're both so cute I can't help myself. I toss the stick, the puppy scampers off to fetch it.
I smile at the little boy and continue on my way, smiling, warm and fuzzy. "Isn't life awesome?", I think to myself. "Isn't today the best day ever?"
No more than 30 seconds later I was crossing the street in front of some dude in a big white pickup. I "miscalculated" the curb (busy thinking about unicorns and rainbows) and took a flailing header directly in front of his truck. When I get up, he's laughing. I can't blame him- I would be laughing too.
Thank you, Universe. You hand me a double-decker ice cream cone and then promptly shove my face in it and kick me in the crotch, just for good measure.
Happy Friday, my scampering, fuzzy little puppies. Happy Friday.