4, 2, 3, 3, 4
that is the number of shits per day the wienster took while staying with me this week.
mercifully, the rents flew back in tonight, and I was more than happy to pick them up and return their spoiled rotten little dog to them. Don’t get me wrong, she was (for the most part) an angel this week… but today she was relentless in whining… wanting “attention”… whatever that is. I think she knew her rents were coming home to release her from the prison that was my house.
She had her revenge though by spoiling MY evening of her departure. The neighbors asked me to go to Boston Market with them. When I declined and hung up from them, the Ws then called me and wanted me to go to the brand new Chiles that’s about 1 mile from me. wtf, I haven’t eaten at either place in years, and all in one night i get invites. Curses wiener, curses.
Parm immediately celebrated by collapsing under the bed. he’s been there all night.
* Tomorrow is of course Halloween. I for one am not a big fan of being bothered to answer my door and hand out free candy. I spent the evening looking for last year’s pumpkin signs to print out that were issued by the local government stating you were a child molester.
Or perhaps I can hang a sign with an 8 simple letter/number combo on my door:
H1N1 HERE
ok, back to work. again. 2 more hell weeks left.
