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So this foster dog is a total nightmare! He is the naughtiest dog ever, which I generally don't say. It's not his fault, I know, it's his mom's fault, but either way, he's fucking up my house. He sits under the table and howls for food. Howls! I've never! And then, last night I came out of the kitchen and he'd eaten my dog's bed. Eaten it! I'm still picking up little pieces of foam. He's not even worth the money I'm getting for him. My dog and my house are my first priority. He goes on Monday, his mom is just going to have to find another place for him. I'm not even that good friends with her! I am such a sucker. And the is going insane having such a big dog in my tiny tiny tiny apartment. My teency chihuahua is one thing (and she's well-behaved thank you very much!) but this fat bastard is just too big. So, if anyone wants to foster a sweet dog who needs some space, please let me know!
All I have to say about cranberry juice is:
I hate being broke, I can't even afford to get my monthly waxing! I can't remember the last time I had pubic hair. The very kindly offered to do it, although frankly I think he'll enjoy it - he said he'd tie me up and do it really really slowly. Yowch!
I want soup on a day like this, I think tonight I'll make the some pumpkin-coconut soup with chicken in it. And maybe ginger brownies for dessert! Ummmm!!!!