I would love to write, but I’ve been so busy that when the PetSmart employee turned me away at 9:01 tonight, I started to cry. The dogs had enough food for breakfast tomorrow, but that was all. My car—bless its weary soul—has been trying to start itself without a key in the ignition and must be dropped off at the shop tomorrow. My dear preschooler doesn’t go to bed until almost 9 p.m. (or later), and then I’m faced with dirty dishes, a sea of misplaced toys, and the prospect of an early alarm.
Thank you, PetSmart Lady, for taking pity on me and letting me sprint through the aisles to wrestle that 30-pound bag of kibble up to the register. I needed the exercise, and Lord knows I needed a good laugh at myself. My spirits have been buoyed by your compassion, the banana split I just consumed, and the come-hither text message that my husband just sent me from the basement.
I would love to write more, but life calls.
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I Want to Know
Have you ever cried at PetSmart?
How do you respond to being overly tired?
Have you ever seen a car try to start itself without any keys?
Do you totally hate blog posts about why the blogger isn’t blogging? 
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