amazing day..

Today was not an average day for me. I woke up early. Actually I was awakened. During the summer you should know that I do not like to get up early on the days I do not have to work. Anyways, I was awakened and then suckered into going downtown with the father. So, I went like the good daughter I am. *cough cough* To my dismay my father decided he'd bring his little red wagon. I will be the first to admit that it is almost heartbreakingly cute to see him walking down the street pulling a wagon behind him. But back to the point, we were walking down the street, and he's got this wagon with him. No big deal really. Just getting a shit ton of people staring and laughing. But hey, haters gonna hate. So it was mainly smooth sailing all the way down town, but like I said we had people staring or laughing. Then at the top of the hill the father decided we should take a break. I wasn`t complaining. At that point I was sweating like a man.. although I was wearing a knit sweater which probably didnt help the sweating like a man problem. So we sat, and just kinda talked about nothing.. I happened to look across the street, and there goes someone who looked awfully familiar climbing up a big, and I mean *BIG* ladder. I was still sitting there half listening to the father because I was trying to decipher, non chalantly if the man climbing the ladder was who I thought it was. I never did find out if it was who I thought it was.AH. The father decided we should keep moving before I had the chance to find out who it was. We continued our journey. Oh what an adventure it was. Of course we had people staring , but ast that point I didnt care anymore. We stopped off to drop off some empty beer cans. Ew. Stale beer smells like ass. I got some on my hand, and sometimes I swear I can still smell it, although I have washed my hands more than once. I guess Im just not going to forget that smell anytime soon. We continued on after that, we got our groceries... and then headed to the LCBO. But on our way to the LCBO, there were several attractive guys. And of course I had to be with the father who was pulling a wagon. & of course those guys had to look over and notice that I was with the father pulling the wagon. But whatever I know I never  really had a chance with them anywhom. aha.
We got to the LCBO we bought the beer we needed and the other alchol we needed. As we were in the checkout line, ``the bush man"got in line behind us. He struck up a conversation with the father. Goody, just my luck. The bush man decided it would be nice to offer us a ride home since he lives around the corner from us. The father had decided that no we could walk, but it seemed like the bush man was not giving up. Finally he persuaded to the father to drive us home. I was not exactly thrilled about the idea of being in a car with him, but I was grateful for the ride nontheless. I honestly didnt think I could handle anymore man sweating, or obnoxious stares. And I guess the ride with the bush man wasnt so bad, I am alive to tell the story after all.