firecracker, I'm sorry hon. I cannot believe one chased you! I'd have thrown my bag at it! I had a pitbull chase me for 2 blocks once and I couldn't take the pressure of him being on my heels. So I stopped and started screaming and kicking the air. He stopped and looked at me like I had rabies and ran in the opposite direction yelping. I collapsed on the curb after he left from all the dang running my 7 year old legs had to do on the those neverending 2 blocks.
I almost forgot what the dang thing was because on the last day there I saw the same raccoon trying to open the trash can and I went to help it. I openned the hotel door and he bolted. That's when I got my senses back like why the heck were you trying to help a raccoon eat trash?!!!! My dude's raccoon-ratchetness is contagious.
On another note, he calls me every morning now to wish me a beautiful day slowly replacing
Tamrin and me's AM getting-ready-for-work-convo. Buh bye girl! You're fired! I need to style my hair like a comb-over to make it official!