I am SUCH a Dork-or Life is Still Funny

 I have been through all of this extreme emotional upheaval the past five days, feeling pretty overwhelmed with things in a general sense...and as I have posted before, Christmas ALWAYS makes me wig out a little bit anyway, so with stress upon stress, I have just been a little wacked.  More so than usual.

So I just left the office to take a break (in other words, I snuck out for a smoke), and was walking down the sidewalk with my head down, lost in thought and treading carefully so as not to fall on the ice.  As I was walking past the bar that is just down from the office, a very large, very loud dog starting barking furiously.  Since I wasn't paying attention, it scared the shit out of me; I jumped and gave this very girly (and therefore totally unlike me) shriek, my heart thumping, and then I fell.  Okay, I didn't just fall, I did the arms-in-air, feet-flying-out-from-under-me TOTAL bomb, right on the sidewalk.  In front of the bar.  My purse (which I never remember to zip closed) flew out of my arms and stuff was all over the sidewalk.  I was sheepishly picking up my things while looking around to make sure no one had actually seen me.  Looked up and there was  the dog, looking out the window at me as if I was a new species.

I am pretty sure he was laughing at me.