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Monday, August 20, 2007

That Jack needs some GAS!

I'm extremely depressed right now, so I thought I'd share the brightest spot of my weekend (besides taking possession of my new house, but that's not funny, so here's a funny).

I was trying to get to the store and home before all the guys did, since I had the key. And like a good little girl, I drove nicely through the parking lot going the RIGHT WAY. To reward me for following traffic rules, I see a parking spot, right up front. It's mine. YAY me. However, as I was pulling into said spot, another car comes tearing down the WRONG WAY, pulls in front of me, cutting me off, and takes the spot. And so, nice little Danica turned into gremlin Danica. Unlike my friend, Angela, who has been known to say, "Oh, Poor!" to jerks on the road, I am not a well-bred Canadian. Nope, I'm an ill-mannered American, tyvm. So I called the jerk a bad name.

As I'm driving past said jerk, angrily muttering about his driving skill, the baby yells, "That Jack needs some GAS!" God can be nice to me, even when I completely don't deserve it. Instead of my daughter sharing the obscenity that I called the man (which she has been known to do, since we're still working on curing Mommy of potty mouth), she spent the entire grocery trip, angrily talking about the Jack needing gas. And why did the Jack need gas? And obviously it was a bad thing since Mommy was so mad. Those Jacks!

So since I brought up being depressed, I should probably share and ask for prayer. During the last trailer load up at my FIL's yesterday, my dog disappeared. We'd thought he'd be safer over there since our fence was down at the new house. Well, he's gone now, and we have no idea where he is. We've posted flyers, asked neighbors, and pretty much searched everywhere. I've checked the animal control folks, and so far, they have nothing. The good news is, he does have a microchip, so if he's found by authorities, he'll be returned to us. But please, please, please! Keep him in your prayers. He's such an important member of our family and we are heartbroken. I don't think I've ever seen That Man so upset. Even though he's being all manly about it, you can tell he's really torn up by this.

In the meantime, get those Jacks some gas, because I'm in such a bad mood that I might just run them over!

(And I really apologize for not replying to posts yet, I'm just incredibly stressed with the move and now with my missing dog)


Jana said...

((((Dream and Family)))) I'll definitely say some prayers that ya'll find your dog. I can't imagine how upsetting that must be.

Totally loved the "Jacks need some gas." I'm fairly certain that my supervisor thinks I've gone loony now with all the insane giggling I did. ;-)

Jan Parrish said...

Moving can be stressful but to lose a beloved pet? You might want to check your old house. He could be *waiting* for you there. praying you'll find him.

Heather said...

Oh, no! How sad about your dog. I hope he turns up.

Nell Dixon said...

Hugs, hope you find your dog.

Anonymous said...

I'm so sorry about your dog. I hope you find him soon!

ROFL re those jacks needing some gas!

Delia said...

I hope you find your dog soon.

And I hope somebody gets those Jacks some Gas so you don't have to run them over!

Danica Favorite said...

We found him this morning. I called the vet to be on the lookout because he's microchipped, and they'd just gotten a message from animal control. He'd been on his way to the old house when they picked him up. He's home now, and we're happy. :)

Anonymous said...

Wahoo!!! For found dogs!!! Funny how those little folks become such huge pieces of our hearts.