Today was an unseasonably warm day, 66 degrees. So to take advantage of the sunshine and get outside for a bit, I decided to take Scooter dog for a walk since he doesn't get out much in the winter. I know that it's most likely going to be a short walk because one of two things will happen.

A) I'll get halfway down my street and my back will be hurting so bad that I'll need to turn around.
or
B) Scooter will act like a dog who hasn't been on a leash in months and want to use all 120lbs of his muscle to drag me down the street and my back won't be able to handle that either.

Well, the walk started off wonderfully. Scooter was excited to be out and he walked slowly right by my side as I kept telling him what a good boy he was being. I must admit that he kept looking up at me as if to ask why on earth were we walking at such a slow pace, but he was patient. Such a good boy, Scoot-Scoot! As we travel, I'm feeling really good. I take off my light jacket and show off my pregnant belly (I do love my belly) as we strut down the street greeting neighbors along the way. OK, so maybe Scooter was strutting his hot muscular bod and I was just waddling hoping not to slip and fall on any wet pavement or uneven sidewalks, but either way, I fell great.

As we come to the bend in the the road that leads to the corner, I see some young kid is outside washing daddy's car (cause I'm sure this 17 or 18 year old could hardly afford the Infiniti he was so carefully scrubbing) and I notice that he's got on what I believe to be an anti-war tee shirt because at the top, right across his chest in large letters it says...MAKE LOVE. I'm not quite close enough to read the smaller print below the first line so I continue to waddle on assuming that as I get closer it will say "not war". But no, that isn't what it says at all...the shirt says, "MAKE LOVE not babies"! I was surprised, giggled to myself. I looked right at the kid and gave him a big cheesy grin as I stuck my belly out as far as humanly possible without throwing myself off balance, and I strutted (really, this time I strutted) in all my pregnant glory to the corner.

Here I was forced to turn around and head home because all of a sudden, my back was aching beyond belief and Scooter decided he didn't want to walk slow anymore and started pulling me all over the place.

Lovely, just lovely.