Dancing, dog bites, and other random stuff
I woke up this morning in a good mood. Took my meds, took the dogs out to pee, the usual routine. During one of my trips on the way back from the bathroom, a commercial came on. I started dancing to the music, while the dogs looked on in disdain as if to say “What trash, dancing like that” So I decided for some reason, I’ll never know exactly why, to shake my ass at the dogs. About three shakes in I heard a low growl, immediately followed by a sharp pain in my left asscheek.
Yes, My dog bit my ass. It was just a nip, but lemme tell you shumptshing people, it hurt for about an hour.
From there it was off to pick up Mom and take Travis to a dentist’s appointment. He needed two fillings, so it took awhile. Ever since however I’ve heard about his teeth nonstop. First they felt funny, now they hurt. Before I tell you what I’d like to tell him, let me explain that my son was born with the pain tolerance of a piss ant. The smallest thing hurts. What I’d like to tell him is “Shut up and deal with it, you friggin wussy!” But instead I do the right Mom thing and tell him it’ll be better in the morning (Oh God, please let it be better in the morning)
So now I’m sure that there are those of you that think I’m a horrible parent for even wanting to say such a thing to my child, and to you I say…ttttthhhhhrrrrrpppppp (raspberry sound for those unenlightened souls)And to those that don’t know what a raspberry is…I’m sorry I can’ t think of a single intelligent thing to say here.
Mom is home, and ask I type waiting for me to come to bed. You see, my mattress is on her bedroom floor for two reasons…1. I don’t have a TV in my room/the computer room and she does. and 2. I don’t EVER wanna wake up to find my brother watching porn again!
But it is late so I will head to bed..night yall!
Ya know what bothers me?
So yesterday and today, I’ve been fielding calls from all of Mom’s concerned family and friends. Thing is, if I hadn’t called them, they wouldn’t even know she’s in the hospital. Why? Because they Never call. Follow me for a minute, I swear I’m not just being neurotic. OK, maybe a little bit neurotic, but not much.
With that though in your head, I’m out for the night. Here’s hoping I don’t get overtaken by the doggie mafia.
Anyway, so I’m talking to members of my family that on any other occasion would walk right by us in a Wal-mart without so much as a HI! So what is the change…OHHH CLICK! the light goes on! They feel guilty for not calling or coming around normally. I’m not as dumb as some people think I look!assholish. The past two nights I’ve slept back in Mom’s room because frankly, she has a TV in her room and I don’t. The past two nights my dog has stood at the edge of the bed glaring at me for at least five minutes. I’ve become concerned that he is planning ways to get rid of me.
Let’s move on to the fact that my dog is a dick. Or at least mildly
