Series of morning events:

Woke up late, realized carpool was arriving 15 minutes early, rushed around like a madwoman trying to get dressed/walk China/feed China/eat breakfast.

Period started. (ugh)

Went around back after walking China, walked up back patio steps right into a giant spider web which wrapped around my face. Tried not to panic and calmly located spider and flicked it off shoulder.

Carpool arrived, sat in traffic for almost an hour, late for meeting with supervisor.

Loverly. Why does my computer keep dinging at me? I can't find the dinging source.

If that doesn't amuse you enough, Matt wanted me to share a few stories with ya'll that happened this weekend.

In Half Moon Bay, we had stopped by the Rite-Aid to pick up some drinks/sunscreen for the beach. After collecting what we wanted to buy, we lingered in the shaving cream isle. Matt found a big bouncy beach ball and kicked it towards me.

Matt - "Hey look, a beach ball."
Me - "Oh Cool." *KICK*
~ball proceeds to hit the ceiling then richochets down onto a row of hair care products *cringe* a few cans drop to the floor and the ball lands in between us. oops.
Matt (in loud voice) - "I can't believe you did that!! You're so destructive kicking that beach ball around!" (in soft voice) "That was awesome sweetie, I love when you do things like that."
This amused me greatly. *kicked ball towards Matt* *Matt kicks ball up into the air*
~ball travels off a few aisles over where its no longer in view. we hear the sounds of multiple women's makeup products hitting the ground
Matt (in loud voice) - "Honey, I told you to stop kicking that ball around!!" (in soft voice) "heheh."

Off to the beach. Luckily we met a few really nice people who told us how to get to the dog park. It took us a while, but we finally arrived to a long stretch of foggy beach where tons of dogs were running around and having fun. As soon as we stepped onto the sand, I remembered the fiasco at Ocean Beach where China ran around with dog poo stuck in her butt. "Oh crap, I forgot to bring a poop baggy. Do you have one?" Matt shook his head, no. I scan the beach's collection of trash for a bag but can't find one.. however, there is a bucket. ha! That will do nicely.

As if on cue, China gets in her poopoo hunched position and begins straining. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do with the bucket, but just out of instinct I rush towards her and catch the poo mid-air as it drops. China runs away - I think my rushing towards her scared any more poo into making an appearance and Matt is laughing his ass off. I'm not sure what posessed me to catch the poo instead of scooping it up. Matt felt it was worth documenting.

Good times.