Two plastic bags sit in the fridge....in one there is some defrosting chicken legs....in the other.....mr. man's lunch. I get up...make coffee (of course), get milk out for said coffee....why the fuck is his lunch still here? Put milk back in fridge....where the fuck is the chicken? sucks to be him...at least I phoned him to let him know he has raw chicken for lunch, no fruit or sweets and no sandwich...as I said, sucks to be him.
Last night, well this morning actually, p.m. decides to get up at about 3ish. so, from then until daddy went to work she played, ran back and forth between her room and ours, nursed and just generally annoyed the living shit right outta me.....kids...gotta luv 'em.
On our grand excursion yesterday I noticed another thing about these fucking hicks in this here town...not only do most of them smoke, but a great majority of them like to drive around with their dog in the passenger seat (usually while smoking, them, not the dog). Looking back I would have to say that probably 20 or so cars and/or trucks passed by with canines in them....roughly half of what we went by. I wonder what they would think if they knew about my self walking dog.