Agh. Woke up gnarly. Surly. To dog pee. A list that is too long. Olivia ramping up the same grumpiness the minute her foot hit the third last step. Bodhi offering a ceaseless whining whinge that spirals endlessly in a high pitched, thin voweled complaint, snagging and cutting through me like barbed wire.
Tuesday morning, I do not like thee.
3 comments:
dog pee?..does that mean you have a dog? or did you left the window open and a dog came in to pee???
dont give me that look!!! i know everything is possible in ireland!
I hope your day got better as it went along.
Tuesday morning doesn't give a flying fuck, though.
(I do. I hope you feel better.)
Tuesday morning is a cold, heartless bastard.
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