Puppies drive me crazy. They’re destructive little poop machines that drool then give you the big brown sad eyes so you won’t make them sleep on the porch. Damn you Brody and your big brown eyes. Damn you.
Haley Halo and Mama Ladybird have been kicked out of the bedroom at night because Baby Halo fusses so much. Get out with your adorably spotted self, closed eyes and sweet little pink nose. Get out of my bedroom.
I think I might be experiencing some PMS symptoms.
My cab driver spent most of the drive to and from therapy dogging the races again. He left no one out. Ya’ll are all hated equally..men, women, kids, elderly drivers as well as every ethnic group past and present. All of us, he hates us all.
In addition to verbal assaults against humanity Cabby Negative joked about robbing a bank. I asked if he would show up armed with his cane then limp away with what money the bank has left? I figure if you’re going to rob a bank you should at least be half way able bodied. Do you want to be on American’s Dumbest Criminals rolling down the street in your get away wheelchair? Stop and stop it now. That would be like me trying to rob a bank. I can just see it. Give me all your money. Then I turn to slowly flee. I stop to see if anyone has a morphine drip cause the three stairs I climbed have my knees screaming. See, it’s not advisable for the handicapped to try and rob a frikin bank. While I’m at it, let me tell ya Cabby Negative - I don’t care how poor your family was. I don’t want to hear how you had to walk up hill both ways to school at a thousand degrees below zero. Nor do I care to hear about the one bean soup you and your clan shared……I care even less today than I did the first hundred times you told these stories. Ya big turd!!!
Okay, well it’s time to stop ranting and take myself to the cold dungeon I call a bedroom. Maybe I should take some Midol.
Puppies and Cab Driver Madness-Thursday, October 30, 2008-1:43AM EST
maybe it is the post-puppy blues