Ouch!

I was walking to work this morning, listening to an audio book, minding my own business, when suddenly a pack of dogs started jumping up on me and one of them BIT me on the leg! Ow!!! I was right outside a gas station, so I went inside and one of the dogs followed me. All the people inside were saying, "Oh, is that your dog? He's so cute." And I was like, "No, he just BIT me! Don't pet him!"

A good Samaritan at the gas station gave me a ride the rest of the way to work (it was only about three blocks). I went to the nurse at work, and she tried to patch me up but eventually had to send me to the hospital. Dumb dog. I'm going to have to dig out that canister of fake mace and see if I can find him again.

I took a picture of the bite and was going to post it on here to get back at all those people who seem to think I need all the gory details of their childbirth experiences. (Seriously women, all I need to hear is, "We had the baby and it's a _____!" And contrary to increasingly popular belief, discussions about mucus, vomit, or blood are not polite dinnertime conversations.) (Oh, and while we're on the subject, if your toddler pulls something nasty out of his diaper and smears it on the wall, I don't need to hear about that either. No offense.)

(So a basic rule of thumb is: if it oozes out of your body or somebody else's, I just don't want to know. Thanks for thinking of me, though.)

So anyway, I was going to post the picture of the bite, but then I decided it would be unfair to all the innocent people out there. The picture is available for those who are truly interested--contact me directly.