It's been one of those days...

This has been one of those days it will be better to just forgive and forget it. While going to one of our normal spots for a walk Mark and I walked the main trail on bad terms with each other. After four and a half miles we finally started talking a little. Roscoe was thirsty so we drove to another spot in that area to let him get a drink and cool off in the creek.

Just before crossing a little bridge I saw a pink flamingo hanging on the bridge. "That's just great," now I get to encounter a group of Realtors who decided not to accept me into their group. (Actually, I never wanted to be a part of their group any way. One of my friends who was part of their group wanted me to join. I told her I didn't care about being part of an "exclusive group."

Sure enough it was the group I feared it was. There they sat, out in the middle of the woods under a dark pavilion, dressed to the hilt but they sure didn't appear to be having much fun. I think the bugs and frogs were more chatty than they were. I refused to look directly at any of them and of course, no one jumped up and said, "Hey Kathy."

Sure, it hurts. But we all feel rejection from time to time right? 

We left and Mark asked if I'd like Dairy Queen. "Well sure, I would," after all Dairy Queen has always been my cure for anything that hurts emotionally since I was a kid. In fact, I refuse to live in any town that doesn't have one.

We stoped in Clarksville GA. I ordered a vanilla cone dipped in chocolate- one of my favorites. I asked Mark, "Do you mind if I run to the rest room?"

"No, go a head I'll be outside."

I finished in the rest room. Mark and Roscoe were out at a picnic table. Almost half my cone sat on a dirty cement picnic table. The other half to two thirds lay on the ground and Roscoe was licking it up as fast as he could. He was eating so fast he was suffering from a brain freeze. Every once in a while he'd look up at me like, "Oh Mom, this is killing my head but it tastes so good."

Mark sat quietly devouring his cone. "What happened to my cone?"

"Most of it is on the ground."

"Okay" Obviously he wasn't gonna say anymore so I picked up the remainder of my cone and started to eat it. The first lick, of  what was left I thought of chocolate turned out to be GA. Mud Fudge-not the Dairy Queen kind either. So I spit it out.

I ate the good parts, which wasn't much and Roscoe appears as full as a fat tick.

Currently, well I'm just trying to be nice. I am not going to fix Mark any supper until he apologizes. By golly, I think he owes me an ice cream cake besides, don't you? It's gonna be a long, long night. If I had the money I think I'd go sleep somewhere else. The back porch swing sounds good to me.

I'd appreciate your prayers. This is one of those days that the only reason I'm still here is because of those vows I took for better or worse, richer or poorer in sickness and in health til death do us part.
Don't worry-I know God said, "Thou shalt not kill."

Maybe I'll go back and read all the 10 commandments.