Maybe Chickie shouldn’t leave her wordpress info signed into her computer whilst she wanders away and leaves her house guests free to sign in and post a blog.
And now you all know my evil plan: I’m stealing Tiny Dog.
Psssst… Chickie has no idea, please don’t tell her, kthanx.
MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
-bekah
Sweety is teaching her a new trick.
For some reason, I do not find her very threatening. He’s going to have to get her a grenade or something if he wants me to jump.
And here he is at the bowling alley with his snazzy shirt on. Heh.
I had it up on Facebook and when he saw the comment thread he asked me to take it down. He says he doesn’t mind being here but doesn’t like people talking about him on FB where I’m “friends” with people that he sees in person.
Please send me your thoughtbeams tomorrow. A friend and I are going to try out for Wheel of Fortune. I plan on getting picked, winning lots of loot and then quitting my job. I don’t have a plan B so I will be crushed if this doesn’t pan out. I’d thought they’d let you know right away if you were picked and told my friend that I was going to fling myself from her speeding car on the way home if I wasn’t chosen. She then advised me that they send you a letter. I will be haunting the mailbox.
Sometimes Sweety likes to bond with Tiny Dog after they’ve been drinking beer. Click to biggum!
I love that she’s just a blur in the last photo because she couldn’t get away fast enough. She’s got some sharp toenails as you can tell from the expression on Sweety’s face.
I’ll see you all again in a week or so. After we leave here tomorrow, I’ll be without internet service. It will do me good to be off of the grid for awhile.
“The coaew called to see if BB needed a Gatorade at his game today.
What? Why the fuck does she care? Has she even seen a fucking game this season? Did you tell her he didn’t need anything now – what he needed was a ride to all of the practices he missed while at her house because it was just too hard for her? (It’s nice that other shit is easy for her – like gym memberships and tanning. Flaming twatwad.)
No.
Well, since she’s gracing the world with her presence at tonight’s game….tell her I said “hi!” and give her a little kick to the coochie for me, okay?”
She puts on such a front that it makes me want to fucking vomit.
See this photo? That’s Sylvie pretending to touch the plane.
What were the words that came out of my mouth as I got ready to take the photo? “Don’t touch anything!”
Is anyone surprised that I’m sitting here, looking at Tiny Dog, wondering if the paper cupcake liner that Sylvie accidentally fed to her while taunting her will pass through her system okay? If you’re wondering, it takes less than a second for Tiny Dog’s needle-sharp teeth to snatch a cupcake wrapper out of a small hand and to gobble that thing down.
I just gave her a couple of french fries in the hopes that they will help push things along. It is also pouring down rain. I may make the niece take the dog out to potty when she cries to go out later.
