So, it's raining here. And has been for about four days. The ground is so wet that if you stand in one spot for too long, your feet sink in as if you're standing in quicksand. Fine, whatever. I truly like the rain and I've gotten used to the mud.
This afternoon I look at the clock and realize that I need to take the dogs out. So I hook the leash on Liz and grab my keys, figuring I'd check the mail while I'm over that way. After Liz did her business and after checking the mail, we're heading home when the girl suggests we take the "short cut" home. The short cut is basically just the well maintained field in the middle of the apartment complex. We walk through the short cut all the time when the weather is clear but I try to avoid it when it's rainy because there tends to be a lot of standing water and mud.
For some stupid reason I said "Sure, let's take the shortcut." What could possibly happen, right? We're walking along when something startled my (very wimpy) dog. I'm not sure what it was. Maybe she heard a train or a truck in the distance or maybe someone somewhere was just ripping off a sheet of tin foil because that has the same effect on her as a train coming down the tracks. Whatever the case, she got spooked, took off running and pulled me down into the mud.
I yelled for the dog to stop and then I stood up, wet and covered in mud from head to toe. I gathered up my mail, which had flown all over the common area. I walked back home, near tears.
Now I'm home. I've showered and changed. I've scraped the mud off of the cover of Jay's Esquire magazine. (It's a good cover too! I'm sorry Liam Neeson.) I've had a therapeutic cry. The kind of cry that comes after the horrifically perfect ending to an exhausting week. I've cleaned the mud off of everything I was wearing, including, inexplicably my bra. (Not sure how that happened. Did my boob fall out of my shirt when I tried to catch myself from falling?? Do I need to add insult to injury and just assume that all my neighbors saw my sensible beige granny bra?)
I'm calling it quits for the week. I went to the grocery store today. I have enough food and wine to get me through the weekend. I'm going to hole up in my apartment, read my book and watch my Netflix dvd. After I clean the mud off of it.
If everything goes as planned, I'll be back on Monday with a giveaway. Have the loveliest of weekends.