Seekrit Message to Cash's DH:
Dude. Just no. Seriously.
Listen to your survival instincts.
I like cheese.
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Seekrit Message to Cash's DH:
Dude. Just no. Seriously.
Listen to your survival instincts.
I like cheese.
Cash's DH, honey
What? What are you talking about, Aims?
Crazy woman.
I'm just impressed you didn't shove the Magic Eraser somewhere painful and hard to retrieve.
I'm just impressed you didn't shove the Magic Eraser somewhere painful and hard to retrieve.
I think Cash may have already shoved the the crayon there. Grrrrrrrrrr in direction of Cash's DH.
Yikes, Cashmere. At that point I'd probably have turned into contrary!Jars and marched upstairs to draw on the walls with Owen. Which is another good reason I shold never have kids, methinks.
I'm just impressed you didn't shove the Magic Eraser somewhere painful and hard to retrieve.
I think Cash may have already shoved the the crayon there.
The thought crossed my mind more than once.
Of course now we have to spend the next couple of days with a frosty air between us because there was angry yelling. There are no winners, even though I think I'm right.
Oy, Cash. I'm sorry you had to have an argument about this.
Our puppy had some gastrointestinal distress last night that meant she asked to go outside every 20-30 minutes from about midnight to 3 a.m. Which means I got up and took her out every 20-30 minutes from midnight to 3 a.m., but did so from the spare bedroom so we wouldn't wake my DH. At 3:30, the pup seemed better and was sleeping soundly, while I was freezing in the guest bedroom so I carried her back to our bed. At 5:30, she asked to go out again, and I took her. When I got back, the DH announced that he'd take over for the rest of the night.
Dude, I get up at 6. Thanks bunches.
Then, while I was clinging to that 30 minutes of sleep, he went and fed her the kibble we decided at 3:30 was the stuff that upset her system.
He's spending the day with her.
Something in the water must have made our DHs temporarily stupid and insane.
Something in the water must have made our DHs temporarily stupid and insane.
Aw, Christ.
Aims, what'd I do that I don't know about?
Oh no. Puppy's tummy needs rest. No more food for a while. Ack. Poor sweeties. (all of you)
I've totally forgotten to fast Bartleby a couple of times when he was in distress. It's those eyes. They're hypnotic. And the routine is so unconscious. I remember doing one of those slo-mo nooooo after I plunked the food in the bowl and gave him the release command to take it. His response? Glurp, what?
Then more frantic trips to the yard. I felt awful.
May Miss Sass be sassy again soon.