It's so crummy out today. The one time i left the house i found out my new boots are not actually waterproof (i stepped directly into a six-inch deep slush puddle) AND i got caught in the crossfire of a snowball fight. I still can't get over that those kids laughed when it hit me. Why not say sorry? Because hitting white ladies with snowballs is funny. The other day when i was walking Walter, a kid ran up behind him and yelled at him. Scaring the living shit out of an obviously dilapidated dog was hilarious to him. What the hell is wrong with kids? Leave my dog alone. I'm getting a BB gun tomorrow....
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