FFS.
My dogs got sprayed, well one of them did, by a skunk tonight. That's twice in 4 days. It was JUST dusk, barely dark, and they had a late supper so they needed to do their late night BM... I've never had skunk issues early in the evening, usually REALLY late at night... yeah, not this time. Our youngest, Ellie, got it right in the freaking face. I feel so bad for her but CHRIST ON A CROSS WITH A.. something. That saying faltered like crazy. But the smell of skunk is just the most assed out assness. It's a hot mess of smell, the depth of how it just gets into your everythingness. It's a musky hate of hate of evil of god awfulness of FUCK ME FUCK A DOODLE DOO..
Ugh, so anyway. The house smells like ass. I've loaded up incense like crazy, and it's helped... a bit. But at the same time, the incense just sort of mingles with the skunk assness and it's skunk scented incense, mostly that's after it burns out, so I have to keep it running. I need more incense holders, as it smells of ass in the living room, where we have Ellie in her crate. She's super sad and letting us know about it, but I'd rather have her in her crate sad than have to stick her outside which would be better for US... that would break my heart, not that this isn't. She's a bedroom dog, she should be here... She's not, boo...
Anyway, moving on. I want my application to PSG to go through. Because my account lapsed, so did my membership to the group. I signed up at the beginning of July but I guess the current owner is busy as hell, I just want back in. Not that anyone reads this, but if you do and you could help I would give you foot massages for a solid year.
What else... Oh, another month and a bit until my next surgery. 29th of August. I'm excited, but nervous as FUCK because my left hip so hasn't healed like I thought. But I could keep waiting, hoping that maybe it would improve or just say fuck it, go in and deal with it. The thing Im' most NOT looking forward to is the getting back to work. I fucking hate my job. HATE IT. I want to stab myself in the eye with needles when thinking of going back. It's a worthless, useless job that I take zero joy in. Every day I dread going into work. I need to change, I need out. But it pays REALLY well, works with my kids, sort of, and gives me a financial future, with a pension and such..
I am getting into photography, and I was going to upload pictures but I wasted an hour and all went to fuck in a fuck basket... hmm. fuck basket. Sounds like something in 50 Shades of Gray. Or is it grey? I'm too lazy to use google. Please tell me no one likes the book. If you do... well you're probably awesome so who cares
My dogs got sprayed, well one of them did, by a skunk tonight. That's twice in 4 days. It was JUST dusk, barely dark, and they had a late supper so they needed to do their late night BM... I've never had skunk issues early in the evening, usually REALLY late at night... yeah, not this time. Our youngest, Ellie, got it right in the freaking face. I feel so bad for her but CHRIST ON A CROSS WITH A.. something. That saying faltered like crazy. But the smell of skunk is just the most assed out assness. It's a hot mess of smell, the depth of how it just gets into your everythingness. It's a musky hate of hate of evil of god awfulness of FUCK ME FUCK A DOODLE DOO..
Ugh, so anyway. The house smells like ass. I've loaded up incense like crazy, and it's helped... a bit. But at the same time, the incense just sort of mingles with the skunk assness and it's skunk scented incense, mostly that's after it burns out, so I have to keep it running. I need more incense holders, as it smells of ass in the living room, where we have Ellie in her crate. She's super sad and letting us know about it, but I'd rather have her in her crate sad than have to stick her outside which would be better for US... that would break my heart, not that this isn't. She's a bedroom dog, she should be here... She's not, boo...
Anyway, moving on. I want my application to PSG to go through. Because my account lapsed, so did my membership to the group. I signed up at the beginning of July but I guess the current owner is busy as hell, I just want back in. Not that anyone reads this, but if you do and you could help I would give you foot massages for a solid year.
What else... Oh, another month and a bit until my next surgery. 29th of August. I'm excited, but nervous as FUCK because my left hip so hasn't healed like I thought. But I could keep waiting, hoping that maybe it would improve or just say fuck it, go in and deal with it. The thing Im' most NOT looking forward to is the getting back to work. I fucking hate my job. HATE IT. I want to stab myself in the eye with needles when thinking of going back. It's a worthless, useless job that I take zero joy in. Every day I dread going into work. I need to change, I need out. But it pays REALLY well, works with my kids, sort of, and gives me a financial future, with a pension and such..
I am getting into photography, and I was going to upload pictures but I wasted an hour and all went to fuck in a fuck basket... hmm. fuck basket. Sounds like something in 50 Shades of Gray. Or is it grey? I'm too lazy to use google. Please tell me no one likes the book. If you do... well you're probably awesome so who cares
It's like I have planets on my chest, right?! Haha