Nothing I Can Do About it Now

October 15, 2007

If you were me, that is.

Filed under: Uncategorized — dregina @ 3:02 pm
  • The day you post happily about wanting another dog, your current dog will sprout a gory, bloody, pus-filled growth on her ear. Two days and $112 dollars later, she will mysteriously injure herself whilst playing alone in the yard. Dog, you will say, what the hell? Could you not cluster your injuries together and at least spare us the extra examination fee? $45 is a king’s ransom in rawhide.
  • One week to the day after you publicly embarrass your significant other for needlessly setting off a REALLY FUCKING LOUD alarm system in the house you are sitting, you will set off said alarm yourself. The alarm will continue to beep and shriek at random intervals for the next 8 hours. Said S.O. will offer very small doses of extremely cold comfort as you struggle to contain the noise/comfort the dog/convince the Brinks people you belong in the house.
  • You spend much too much time mooning over pictures from your cousin’s visit, wondering why you didn’t just chain her to your radiator when you had the chance:

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2 Comments »

  1. I wondered what that rope in the backseat was for… Now that I think about it, you guys probably “effed up” the alarm — so that you could TRACK me if I tried to escape!

    Comment by Suzanne — October 16, 2007 @ 8:51 am

  2. I think the two of you need to come down to Mexico, soon, and we can go here:

    http://www.locogringo.com/holbox/

    Are we ladies man enough to swim with whale sharks?

    Comment by Joy — October 18, 2007 @ 10:39 am


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