Petco--Where I Go

Today was one of those days when I didn't like my job. Just not sure what to do with a kid running away from class every day. And try editing 22 biography reports being typed by 3rd graders in the computer lab simultaneously needing help and wondering if they can print ("No you can't print! You have no periods, capitals, and the whole page is underlined in RED!") Needless to say, I was having a bit of anxiety today. And I was ready to get out of there when I heard the beautiful sound of the end-of-day bell. But, since we live far from Jared's school and he had late classes, I didn't feel like going home and lounging around by myself to wallow in self-pity. I needed somewhere to go where I could relax and wind down. What better place than the local Petco? I stopped to get some gasoline and check my oil (because of the unexplainable "check oil" light flashing on my dashboard...unexplainable because the oil was fine) and then I headed to one of my favorite places. You know, most people wouldn't think of a pet supply store as some place to unwind from a stressful day of "teacher! teacher! teacher!" But I, being somewhat odd, an animal lover, and having an intense longing to be a pet owner once again, enjoy the Petco environment. I mean, they even have a doggy treat bar. Where else will you find that? I headed straight for the rodent section first. Yeah I love rats...weird but what can I say? Next caught up with some reptiles, checked out the birds which I'm not too fond of, read through some dog books, and bonded with a giant, three-legged cat who was up for adoption. As I reluctantly exited, I thought to myself "I'm glad no one in there knew I actually don't have a pet and was in there just to recuperate from work, cause that's kind of weird." Well I guess that hope is gone because I just told the whole blogging world about my closet love of Petco. Please don't judge me.