Loca loca loca

Thanks Shakira for the blog title...

Ummm ok. I think I've given up on trying to write a blog once a week (GO AMY!) so instead I think I'll just write a random one every now and then to keep things interesting and exciting.

Random story begins:
The other day I was out grocery shopping by myself. After dodging through 10 people families and almost running over kids throwing tantrums in the middle of aisles and parents not caring at all, I get to the check out. Might I add this-- I am a very patient person and can usually hold my tongue-- yeah right, who am I kidding. OK so this lady stood behind me and with every second that I got closer to becoming done with checking out she thought she had to get closer to me. It was so bad that when it came time for me to enter my PIN number I could feel her hot breath blowing in my hair (this is not a phrase-- this is factual). After looking at her and giving her "the look" she did not get the message. She then proceeded to cough on me annnnnd all hell broke loose. I took my debit card and put the corner of it right in the middle of her chest and said a couple of words that I think would not be PG rated for this blog. She mouthed off in spanish... luckily for me I grew up in the dirty branch where I picked up on the bad stuff, so I came right back (in Engles). I left. Came home. Vented to Ryan. Met up with Vodka.


This might not have been a good choice of my first blog coming back, but I laugh about it now, and I needed to vent a littttle bit more, and wanted to spare Ryan. I will post happier blogs soon about the family life and pictures of Kylie, but as a reminder, no matter how cute and perfect my little life may seem through facebook pictures, I do have bad days. Glad I got to share my loca loca loca day with you! :)

AUDIOS!