Good grief, I am tired. I spent the whole day getting the house clean and the dogs washed. It smells like clean in here now. I did a shift-trade at work so I’m off tomorrow but have to work on Saturday from 1 to midnight. Wanted to get the house clean today so it would be nice to be lazy in tomorrow!
I think I’m going to crank up the Wii tomorrow and play some Zelda or Mario. Or maybe I will watch my farm grow on Facebook’s Farm Town. It’s a sickness that I can’t shake.
One of the neighbor’s granddaughters (they have 3 that live with them) brought a cake over this morning to say “thank you” for the things that I’ve done for them. When the boys saw the “thank you” that was written on the cake they immediately wanted to know every single thing I’ve done for the girls next door. I guess it had never occurred to them that I’m nice to other little humans besides them. She’s 12 or 13 and she stayed and visited for a couple of hours.
The boys proved that they are the most ill-mannered antisocial creatures around. LB popped out of his room for a few minutes and said hi to her but BB stayed scarce. After she left, I told them both that I expected them to at least come out and say hello the next time she came over. I have a feeling that I’ll be seeing more of her. She’s a nice kid.
Oh! I almost forgot to tell you! Guess who is getting spayed? The coaew! Can you believe it? (I still think her coochie should be packed with sea salt. Just in case.) She’d left Sweety a message a few days ago asking if the boys could stay here on the 26th because she was having outpatient surgery. He didn’t back to her quick enough so she called him to ask him about it again. One of the first things she said was that she was having a tubal ligation done. Sweety told her that he did not need to know that and asked why she told him. She said it was in case anyone asked him about it? WTF? That bitch is cuckoo for cocoa-cocoa puffs. So, if you would, send thoughtbeams on the 26th wishing for her doctor to be drunk and stab her in the eye her speedy recovery!
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Dude. I don’t even want people to know when I get a mammogram. I can’t imagine broadcasting a tubal ligation.
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Chickie said:
June 10th, 2009 at 10:37 pm
You win the prize for Not Being A Fucknut.
The prize is a stinky basset hound.
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June 10th, 2009 10:28 pm
I still shoot live ammo; but if I ever was having a vasectomy I certainly wouldn’t publicize it. She does some strange things; but this is odd even for her. I’ll be sure to send some thought beams down that way on the 26th.
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Chickie said:
June 10th, 2009 at 11:17 pm
Thank you for your thoughtbeams.
I’m off on the 25th so I’m going to spend that time thought beaming and dog-sniffing.
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June 10th, 2009 11:10 pm
Thoughtbeams. Check.
You know, boys are just like that to begin with. They don’t know what to do with some tween girl at your house. It’s good they have you to teach them.
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Chickie said:
June 11th, 2009 at 4:11 pm
It didn’t occur to me that they’d be weirded out because she’s a girl their age until she was inside and then I couldn’t discreetly corner them into being neighborly. They know now!
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June 10th, 2009 11:42 pm
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