So I was sitting out on my beach chair on the snow in the front yard, writing in the sun. I live on a very small street, only two houses on it, and it’s a cul de sac. Rarely does anyone drive down it. Or walk down it. And hardly ever does a really cute guy coming running down it, stop in the middle of it and turn around and yell “I finally beat you!”
But that’s what happened. I shut my laptop and stared in shock at Really Cute Guy. I looked up the street, expecting to see another Really Cute Guy, possibly throwing him a football or something. Instead, Frat Boy came barreling down the street, tongue lolling, ears flopping, happy face on.
Really Cute Guy was talking to my dog. Really Cute Guy ruffled Frat Boy’s ears and left. Frat Boy came and plopped down at my side. “Good dog,” I said. “Really really good dog for bringing mommy a really cute guy. But next time, I’ll take a new car.”