Love & Hate

Love:

1. Cowboy Grillers


These babies are cheap, tasty, and easy to grill up!

Dillon's, my friends, Dillon's.

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2. Clinique Bonus Time


I love me some sort of free makeup. If it's not MAC, it's Clinique. And I just can't refuse a free bag, mascara, eyeshadow compact, and lipstick (in my favorite color).

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3. Walking Sir Chester


He's getting the hang of it. Mostly.

I really enjoy walking around the neighborhood on these perfect fall evenings.

Until this week.

Which leads me to the "hate" part.

Well, now, hate is a strong word. I should reserve that for how I feel about cole slaw and bananas.

And spiders.

Let's downgrade it to "dislike" instead.

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Dislike:

While on a walk this week, I struck up a conversation with a neighbor down the way that I'd never even seen. A teenage girl. I liked her dog. I inquired about the breed (Pomeranian and rat terrier mixes are super cute).

And then we continued on our merry way.

End of story.

Or so I thought.

Not thirty minutes later, our doorbell rings.

Guess who is standing on our front porch.....crying hysterically.......mascara running down her face?

Yes, our friend from about ten doors down with a Pomeranian/rat terrier mix.

How did she know where to find us? We'd never seen her before. Was this some scheme? Did she watch us walk home from all the way down the street?

She needs a phone. Mom upset her. She wants to call a friend to come to her rescue.

Oh. Great.

Ohhhhh. Great.

And although that's not the end of the story, that's where I'll stop.

The moral of the story is: don't talk to strangers.

Even if you like their dog.