This afternoon we decided to take advantage of the spectacular weather by heading to Old Town to rub elbows with the "haves."  Actually we were just in the mood for fish and chips. 

We brought the dog. Or shall I say Derek brought the dog.  I told him that under no circumstances would I be responsible for the dog.  So there I am at fish and chips placing a to go order because we have the DOG and now we have to eat outside, when I look out the window to see Derek conversing with a stunning blond woman who is scratching Zinni's ears enthusiastically.  She was sporting her $400 pair of shoes and $350 sunglasses.  She basically looked like every other rich overgroomed woman in this town.

K:  Hey, Ethan.  There is nothing quite like having a friendly dog to pick up hot chicks.

It was only then that I noticed her clearly-out-of-his-league-husband standing behind mine.

D:  You didn't actually say that out loud in the fish and chips restaurant, did you?

Not really.  I thought it but then again I was in charge of TWO children because my husband brought the DOG and one of my children was determined to have COKE and to get it from the cooler himself.  I was too busy to be outwardly clever or catty. 

Not moments later we were walking down the street when an equally excellently dressed woman leaned over and exclaimed, "BEAUTIFUL BABY!!!!!!!!!!" 

To the DOG.

Not my beautiful children, but to my Dog. 

Only in Old Town...