I have never been so glad to have had one too many glasses of wine when my mom has called. Her dog was put to sleep yesterday, and they buried her today. I hated that dog. She was a sweet spoiled boxer that was everybody's friend. Bitch.
She disappeared the other morning, and they searched high and low for her, and found her at the woodline in a patch of freaking ferns. How much more Wislon Rawls can you get? Mom said she was sleeping with the sun hitting her just perfect, so they left her, checking on her occassionally. She moved about throughout the day, finding different spots in the woods to lay. When they brought her back from the vet, they chose the bed of ferns to bury her, right where I used to have an arbor I made. Now, this is New Hampshire, the granite state, and more than half the yard is basketball and volvo sized boulders, if not outright ledges, but this was the sandiest, softest spot in the whole yard. They buried her with her Grinch plushie, her football, some beef jerky, her Kong, and her blankie. I'm glad I was drinking cuz at least I was able to cry for my mom. Cuz, really, I hated that dog.
I'm not sad, I'm just drunk!
The fucking bionic dog, the 6 million dollar poodle, is gone! I just feel bad that my family feels bad (except for my dad, who is even more emotionally retarded than me), and my mom is realizing just how safe Charlie made her feel.
But, dude, where the red fern freaking grows.
I'm not sad, I'm just drunk
Oh, dear god, I love this!
Juliebird, I am going to hell, but this is cracking my shit UP.
I really, honestly, truly, don't know if I would have been able to dredge up tears for my mother otherwise, Erin. So I'm probably going to hell, too.
So many of my friends from high school are so very conservative.
You've seen mine on FB--they are WAY conservative. Not that that is a big change from HS. They were that way back then.
I've got skating with the girls tomorrow.
Stripping. And wish I could strip. Uhg. Just trying to get the top layers of latex off the top post.
After my massage, I feel slightly battered. Which is good. Mostly.
Owen just asked me to have "a lot more kids" so he can "jam out with them." But he'll settle for another brother.
Cash as Shirley Patridge! Well, you've already got Keith and Laurie, although I might advise against a Danny. And a Reuben.
