Expectation: My whole drive home I was salivating over the mere thought of taking a nap the instant my ass hit the couch.
Reality: I came home to a bathroom full of dog piss, a huge hairball on the bedroom carpet (and I mean truly ridiculously gigantor, Dr. C has been saving that one up for quite a while waiting for just the perfect moment to unleash), and a huge puddle of water in the hallway from the air conditioner which is dripping water everywhere and obviously busted.
Yaaaay!
I guess the universe is punishing me for my ambiguous and completely uninformative remarks about other people's alleged signature pictures. Touche, karma, touche
Re: eff you too, Friday
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If I were a man (or fitty) I'd totally call my penis THE WIZARD - HappyTummy
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
I'm hoping we banked some good karma today as we prevented an older couple from out of town from parking in a zone where they were 100% sure to get booted.
If I could share with you guys, I would. Dog piss and baby spit up are gross.
Mucho likes purple nails and purple cupcakes
Snicker.
Boston peed in the community water dish once at the dog park. Color me embarassed!