One week later...

I still look like Mike Tyson hit me in the face. It is MUCH better, but still not good. I went to the grocery store a few nights ago to have a lady tell me how she's been there, I should try some makeup, it will make me feel better. She didn't seem to believe the baseball story. Even hearing it from Ethan, who was with me. I'm almost used to the stares and funny looks. I told Glen that we can't go out anywhere together for at least another month, or someone might confront him. I tried makeup, but it is way too black to even come close to hiding it. At least my groovy cool RayBans are big enough to cover the eye and the huge black circle under the eye. The bad thing is that now since the swelling has gone down, it seems as though my nose did get some damage. You can't really see it, but the side towards the top where my glasses were sitting on it has a big dent and it hurts and makes a clicking sound if I touch it (I know, stop touching it, right?). The dad of the kid that hit me came by to pick up the overnight bag that was left behind, and he had the b@lls to say (after a brief chuckle) "Oh, it doesn't look that bad!" Ya, right! That was the day after it happened. What a jerk. I don't expect a call to see if I'm ok, but I just find them not being particularly caring about what happened. I think if Ethan had done this to someone I would react a little differently. Who knows. I hope I never have to.
We had a dog over a few nights ago with the potential for adopting him. Not gonna happen. He was a nice enough dog, a black lab named Buddy. Not very original, I know. It actually turned out to be a lab-dalmation mix. All I know about Dalmations is that they have many things that can go wrong with them. Glen already knew all about them since he had briefly wanted a Dalmation when he was a firefighter. Glen checked the dog out and did not get a warm and fuzzy feeling. Ethan wanted nothing to do with him. He said before they came over that the only dog he wants is Max. Of course, I had to excuse myself to get composed before having to explain to him that we would be getting another dog, not necessarily this one. As soon as they left, Glen looked at me and said "No" and Ethan chimes in with "Ya, I didn't fall in love with it AT ALL! Right Mom, you didn't either." Anyway, I don't especially want a dog right now without a fence to begin with, so I think our search for a dog is on hold. The only reason we looked at this one is the owners are friends of Glen's work friend and they are moving from a house with a big yard to an apartment that won't allow pets.
Well, I think this is enough rambling for one night. I hope all is well with you.