and you think that you ain't got a chance

mood: infuriated
music: "somewhere over the rainbow"
CPCetc: razzafrazzan rarr...

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Does anyone want a ten-month-old Border Collie puppy? You can have him for free...

No. But seriously. Sammy has suddenly forgotten that he's house-trained. And guess who's had to clean it up? The first time Da could've, but he was on the phone and he'll be damned if he does something icky when he can find a "perfectly reasonable" reason for one of his children to do something. I can't blame him; I'd do the same thing (*would be a horrible parent*). But this morning, not five minutes after he'd been taken outside, I smell that oh-so familiar scent. And golly-gee but I was right.

I know that no one likes puppy poop. It's not a very pleasant thing. No poop is a very pleasant thing. And I'm not an exception. Whenever I have to come in contact with puppy poop, I start gagging. And then I start dry heaving. And sometimes, I start not-so-dry heaving. And having that experience when someone recently ripped open your stomach and took out a couple internal organs is particularly unpleasant.

Gah! RERIEUWPUREPJREVEPOIVUEREJREOPIU!!!!

/rant

Thank you for coming to my party last night if you came! And if you didn't... Then you're a meany. So there. *thbbpt* *loves all of you*

Meeting with Thetard today. Look at my big, happy face. >.< Many glances will be traded between myself, Paiga and Laurel, of that I'm sure. Frill... not so much. But I'm sure we'll have a very fun ride back to Laurel's house with Paiga having her token "She's such a bitch!" monologue (assisted by myself and Laurel), Will repeating "Yeah... ...Yeah..." and Fred proudly displaying his chin.

...I don't really know what Fred says. I don't pay attention.