How do you embarrass one Tiny dog?
1) Find a little doggy turd that she has so lovingly left on the floor.
2) Pick it up.
3) Walk to Tiny with it hidden in your hand while asking in a sing-song voice, "Do you want a treat? A yummy treat?!"
4) Let the dog get all excited and then throw the turd at her dancing feet.
All merriment ceases immediately and Tiny will slink off to the fartherest corner of the house with her ears burning in embarrassment and humiliation. Rotten little rat.
I'm trying to reformat the sonofabitching laptop in a last ditch effort to save it. If this doesn't work then I'll have to take it back to where we bought it for repair work. We have the extended warranty on it and if anything bad happens to it (dropped, soda spilled in it, etc.) then it is replaced at no additional charge. I am thisclose to just slamming it on the ground and getting a brand new one.
Well, rats. I was going to take some pictures of the canines because they are looking especially photogenic and realized if I do that that I can't do anything with them (like get them off the camera) because all of that software in on the laptop. (Damn, that sentence looks fucked up. Please forgive my mangling of the English language today.) Phooey.
Awhile back, I mentioned that I didn't despise my exhusband anymore and wanted him to have a nice life. I've come to the realization that no matter how well things may have turned out for me after our marriage ended that I'm probably always going to be a teeny bit resentful that he put me through that shit. Like, 2 percent of me is resentful. But this is only human, right?
I think I'm suffering from a mild case of the burn-outs. It seems like I'm either working or ferrying children back and forth to school. I'm tired of it. I think my insurance program pays for a 30 day stint in a rehab program. I'm considering of seeking help for an alcohol or drug dependency and going on vacation.