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Oct. 3rd, 2002 07:29 pmI got asked about 204 times today, who punched me. I hadn't looked at myself in the mirror before I left the house today--I never do in the AM, not even when I'm doing my hair--and didn't realize that I had a freaking black eye. And no one punched me! I almost wanted to say that someone had though because the reality is pretty damn stupid. As in, way stupid. As in, I was answering the phone at work yesterday and somehow managed to slam the handset thingy into my eye instead of put it to my ear.
Yes, I'm a clutz.
Anyway, it's not like, a florid bruise or anything. But still nicely noticeable and I was at the courthouse today. People in uniform kept looking at me like they wanted to get me to a safehouse. *G*
The court thing was kinda fun though. I had to go for my job; we were being sued by a guy who bought a dog from us a year ago. I'd made an error on his paperwork and listed the wrong breeder as the breeder of his dog--he decided that was reason enough to sue us for 500$. Anyway, the argument got turned around to how, a month after he bought the dog, his wife called and asked us to take it back because it peed too much and he said, "Lie, I don't have a wife." So I pulled out our phone log and turned to where I'd recorded the conversation back in January, freaking out like, OMG, did we give the magistrate wrong info? But the magistrate looked at the bill from the rabies stuff and she was like, "So, if you're not married, who is Mrs. BlahBlah SameLastNameAsYou?" and he just stared and stared for a minute before saying, "She lives in the basement--"
Me and Bridgette, the breeder, we couldn't help ourselves. We just about rolled out of our chairs laughing. We each had the same image of this guy keeping his wife or mother locked in the basement and it was funny! Really!
Anyway, he was all glaring at us and the magistrate wasn't exactly laughing along so we got control of ourselves and he's like, "She's not my wife, we're just all up in each other's business all the time."
And we were off again, giggling and totally expecting to get smacked by the magistrate but she didn't say anything. On the ride home we convinced ourselves that her mouth was twitching at that point. We also. Well, Bridgette said things like, "The neighbor you keep locked in the basement brings your dog to the vet and has herself listed as Mrs. BlahBlah SameName? Have you ever seen 'Fatal Attraction'?" and I was like, "Looks like we're not the only breeders with name problems," and yes. We giggled. A lot. More than the situation merited, most likely. :)
Anyway, we were amused. And pretty sure we won. And I have a black eye. Thus endeth the booooring newsy portion of my post and here beginneth the crackbaby portion:
( Never Before Seen, Part Two )
Yes, I'm a clutz.
Anyway, it's not like, a florid bruise or anything. But still nicely noticeable and I was at the courthouse today. People in uniform kept looking at me like they wanted to get me to a safehouse. *G*
The court thing was kinda fun though. I had to go for my job; we were being sued by a guy who bought a dog from us a year ago. I'd made an error on his paperwork and listed the wrong breeder as the breeder of his dog--he decided that was reason enough to sue us for 500$. Anyway, the argument got turned around to how, a month after he bought the dog, his wife called and asked us to take it back because it peed too much and he said, "Lie, I don't have a wife." So I pulled out our phone log and turned to where I'd recorded the conversation back in January, freaking out like, OMG, did we give the magistrate wrong info? But the magistrate looked at the bill from the rabies stuff and she was like, "So, if you're not married, who is Mrs. BlahBlah SameLastNameAsYou?" and he just stared and stared for a minute before saying, "She lives in the basement--"
Me and Bridgette, the breeder, we couldn't help ourselves. We just about rolled out of our chairs laughing. We each had the same image of this guy keeping his wife or mother locked in the basement and it was funny! Really!
Anyway, he was all glaring at us and the magistrate wasn't exactly laughing along so we got control of ourselves and he's like, "She's not my wife, we're just all up in each other's business all the time."
And we were off again, giggling and totally expecting to get smacked by the magistrate but she didn't say anything. On the ride home we convinced ourselves that her mouth was twitching at that point. We also. Well, Bridgette said things like, "The neighbor you keep locked in the basement brings your dog to the vet and has herself listed as Mrs. BlahBlah SameName? Have you ever seen 'Fatal Attraction'?" and I was like, "Looks like we're not the only breeders with name problems," and yes. We giggled. A lot. More than the situation merited, most likely. :)
Anyway, we were amused. And pretty sure we won. And I have a black eye. Thus endeth the booooring newsy portion of my post and here beginneth the crackbaby portion:
( Never Before Seen, Part Two )
