I picked up Jack today from the vet. Then I dropped Pudd'n off at Grandma land. My mom made us a roast complete with carrots & potatoes. Cool! I can go home, get Jack all set up and take a MUCH needed nap. Yeah, right.
I get home and fucking Goat puppy found a potted plant to drag in through the dog door. Chewed plastic pot & dirt every where. He some how got a hold of my husband's short, my sweat pants and slippers to add to the mix. It took everything I had not to beat the ever living shit out of him. It beats a half eaten dead pidgeon any day, but I sure as hell did not need to come home to THAT mess. So out comes the shop vac to clean up the mounds of dirt and worms that are all over my living room. I email my husband and ask him to pick me up some Whiskey. I promised him a blow job if he did, I got an immediate phone call confirming my alcohol order (he's such a cheap whore!). At least I will have a nice buzz for when I watch my boys tonight.