First off - Have you seen the photo that Bekah put up a couple of days ago? Go look! I love it!
I feel so sorry for the neighbor's dog. He's an excited terrier of some sort and the poor little guy is always restrained. They don't have a fenced yard so he gets tied up outside at 6:30 a.m. and comes into the garage to sleep in a crate at night. He gets untied and played with for maybe 30 minutes or so a day. And he barks constantly.
Now, I don't think everyone should be a super-fantastic pet owner like me and dress their dog in darling clothes and let it run the household but I don't think that a dog should always be restrained. What's the point of having a dog then? It's not like he's a guard dog. I may see if he can come over for a playdate with Tiny and Stinky in our yard sometime. It is my secret hope that maybe I can buy him from them at some point. They'll probably let him dry up and die on his rope before that happens though.
Last week, when the cuntofanExWife raised my hackles and Sweety took BigBrother for a walk to talk to him? At the end of the talk, Sweety asked BB if there was anything he could do to make his life better. Do you know what BB said? C'mon, just guess.
"You and mom could get back together."
I tried to not take it personally but for a brief moment after Sweety told me what he said - I wanted to give BB a suckerpunch and say "Thanks a lot, kid!". He'd like for them to be together because he thinks his mother wouldn't be stressed out about money. I'm glad that he didn't say that he wanted it to happen because he hates my guts.
The open house for BB's school was last night and I wasn't able to go because of my pesky job. (It had been planned for Tuesday night but was cancelled due to pesky tropical storm Ernesto.) And I was totally freaked out worrying "oh great, BB is going to see his parents together and start thinking about who knows what!". This whole stepparenting thing can be a real bitch sometimes.
Happy September, Everyone!