G is digging his little foot into my side. So I tell him he's hurting me, which gets big laughs from him. 4 year olds are weird.
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
That seems to be an age for hitting and kicking and all that stuff. I was hanging with a friend's son at a parade and he was totally in that stage.
Jack Russells can also be barky and can jump crazy high.
G went to bed for me! I have never put him to bed before, only naps on the couch. So I was nervous he would throw a tantrum.
I offer a deep discount on bitch cutting services for Buffistas. I'm just sayin'.
I offer a deep discount on bitch cutting services for Buffistas. I'm just sayin'.
Ooh. Now I want a bulk discount and to watch the carnage. Fun!
Yeah, can we buy that in a package in advance? Can we put you on a bitch cutting retainer?
I'm in.
I am so in.
(I think it's probably best not to talk about it too much, but I feel like my manager is behaving abusively towards our new hire.)
There was a little Jackie Russell that "worked" on our construction crew building the house. He came over every day, right about lunchtime, inspected progress, and got fed lunchmeat by the construction workers. He was a smart cookie for sure.
And of course, when it was being built, there weren't any walls, so he just trotted through the house like he owned it. By the time Seabiscuit got there, his smell was all over the place!
(eta: That's not good, Dana.)
And before I go on a rage-fueled rant on FB... someone please look at my last post regarding my lack of sleep and the terrible feeling I have in the pit of my stomach, and tell me that I should just ignore the last comment about needing therapy. I am about ready to cut a bitch.
Maria, I nearly flipped my shit at her. I controlled myself because I thought it could generate further stress for you and I am trying to be mellower these days. If it would not generate further stress for you I'm not so caught up in this "mellower" thing that I can not FLIP MY FUCKING SHIT AT HER.
I'm glad you're taking care of yourself and not spinning into a rage. See? You are capable of doing things right now. And if you weren't we'd have shuffled you off into the International Buffista Underground but the least said about that the better It would be bullshit to say "it'll all be ok," but in about a month it'll all be a good bit more tolerable.