I See "Divorce Court" In Our Future....

So the other day I'm walking and talking on my phone

Knowing damn well I can't do both *lol*

JBN is walking ahead of me, as usual, because of my tendency to do random clownish shit when we're in public. You know he tries to act like he doesn't know me.

I mean so what I randomly break into the "Thriller" dance *which I do sooo much better than Naomi who's presence was pretty pointless in that commerical** in the aisles of Wal-Mart.

Or I'm like one bike ride through the store away from being banned.

OK and I may have accidently knocked over a display or two while out shopping.

But I'm clumpy. So sue me.

By the time we got to the door I'm talking on the phone via speaker and texting someone so my head is down.

You would think my future husband would be a gentleman and hold the door open for me...But clearly I had mixed him up with some one else.

Why did this fool keep going...and why did I walk smack into the door...complete with the loud "thoink" noise?

I couldn't even play that one off...there was forehead grease all on the door and you know I was on super charged walking mode so I slammed into that bad boy hard as hell. Did a quick bounce back. Phone and purse hit the ground.

So you know folks are staring, I see snickering and a few chuckles in the check out lines.

And of course...retard mode...I'm so embarrassed I'm pushing on the door when I should be pulling *sigh* so now I'm look extra slow.

I finally slink in the door with my head down and hurry down the store.

Now you would think he would be waiting with a hug and an "aww poor baby", dang a kiss on the forehead...something...

What is this fool doing?

Laughing his ass off.

I would've thrown a bag of socks at him...But I didn't want to draw attention to myself *lol*

The nerve of that man!