When it Rains it Pours

Ummm... seriously the past five days have been the pits! Since my last post our new dog ate my wedding dress, I found a lost baby and proceeded to get attitude from it's "egg donor" (she doesn't deserve to be called a mother), my husband left for a three week training session during which we will have little no communication, and our car was side-swiped during a freak storm! WTH.

I'm over the dress. He's a dog and didn't know what he was destroying. I won't be repairing it because I had intended all along to get the dress made into a Baptismal/Christening gown for our future children and I know that is still possible using the undamaged parts. In case you're curious though here is the grizzy damage...

The other day we went to my husband's work's family day. There were a couple hundred soldiers, their significant others, children, dogs, etc milling about a park for an afternoon BBQ. As the day is wrapping up a little boy, had to have been less than two, came over and started petting my dogs. I noticed there was no one watching him so I kept an eye on him as he continued to mill about unsupervised. He found several other dogs to play with and even climbed into a couple's stroller and hung out while they were preoccupied. Finally, they announced the end of the event and the hoards of people began beelining it to leave. I immediately scanned the crowed for the little boy to see if he had been claimed. Of course, he hadn't. I was honestly worried that someone would run him over with their car so I scooped him up and began walking him around the crowd. After about ten minutes I was completely fed up and began asking any and everyone if they knew who's kid it was. I held him up above my head and walked the area several more times. About fifteen minutes into this furious search for the kid's parents this woman calmly walks over and says, "Uh, he's mine". The tone of her voice implied that I should not have my hands on her kid. I tried to play it off by speaking to the child and saying cheerfully, "WE FOUND HER!" and high-fived him. She made a disgusted gutterel noise, turned on her heel, and walked away. WTF. No panicked but joyous reunion. No excuses and explanations. Not even a f*ing thank you. Ugghh some people shouldn't have children.

and our car....