What? It's Saturday?
I've hardly even noticed. It hasn't seemed like a Saturday to me.
I am stuck in this house with a whiny puppy. He won't shut up. I let him out...he whines. I let him in...he whines. I play with him...he whines. I set down...he whines. The husband is at drill with the army. Usually I get to unload the pup on him when he gets home, but it's nearly 7 pm and he is still not here.
All I really wanted for Christmas was a massage or a ring from Rosy Revolver. I am not a stable enough person to be a pack leader for such an energetic puppy. This just reaffirms the fact that I don't want children.
Now. Stare at those pretty flowers and feel better.
Over and out, till the next time folks.