A man wearing a bathrobe that is. In a restaurant might I add. Sean and I decided to go out to breakfast this morning and hopped on over to DeRidder to enjoy the Waffle Shoppe. Hello French Toast, eggs and bacon! While eating my breakfast I people watched a bit and then saw the man who entered the restaurant wearing a robe, ski cap and sunglasses. Yet he could not manage to put on pants?
Then there was the smarmy guy who was Sara and I's cashier at Wal-Mart last night. Sara was buying food for Jagger and here's how that convo went.
Him: "Heh, heh, big night at home feeding the cats?"
Me: "Uh..no the dogs." (Thinking to myself, what a creepster and a jackass for assuming we have nothing better to do then feed our dogs)
Him: "Oh? What kind of dogs?"
Sara: "I have a Pom and she has a Min-Pin."
Him: "Min-Pin's are the worst dogs ever!"
I grab him by his ridiculous blue shirt and punch his lights out for talking bad about my dog.
Ok...so the very last action obviously wasn't true...but I considered it.
The rest of the night was punctuated by these actions.
Boomer and Jagger go out to walk
Boomer and Jagger chase each other around house
Sara and Melissa attempt to open wine with electric bottle opener.
Battery isn't charged enough... it gets stuck.
Boomer and Jagger are still chasing each other.
Sara and Melissa try to open bottle of wine again.
Boomer does number two on Sara's stairs.
Finally the wine is opened with the electric opener, a picture hook and a pair of pliers. Whew.
Boomer starts humping Jagger and then moves on to a stuffed toy.
I die of embarrassment. About 4 times.
So that's pretty much our evening. Hilarious might I add and I wish I had pics.
A trip to New Orleans might be on the horizon though.