It seems that Sweety is more receptive to giving me money if I ask right after sex. It has to be while he's still afterglowing and hasn't wiped his weenie off yet. I can handle the jokes about how he usually just leaves his money on the nightstand to pay instead of transferring it directly into someone's checking account. It's not that he's ever told me no when I needed a loan; he just grouches less if it's presented to him in this setting.
I got my hair cut, eyebrows done, painted my nails and trimmed the hoo-ha yesterday. It was like he got to have sex with a new woman.
Tiny dog got in my soup bowl last night when I got up from the couch for just a minute. It was broccoli cheese soup. Sweety took a picture to show to me so I could see how evil she really is. And he's started to call her "little tiny cheese head" so I can't forget what she did. We had to give her a bath so to wash the cheese smell off of her. Sloppy eating bitch. I guess if you're stealing food you can't be too picky as to where it goes.
Time to go wash Stinky dog. She's all relaxed on the couch. She has no clue that I'm fixing to drag her outside and soap her up and then squeeze her anal glands. Saturday morning fun!