What is the perfect ending to an afternoon spent power shopping?
I come home to find one of my much anticipated comic books!
And the mother fucking envelope is empty! It appears that some buttmunch stole my fucking mail. I'm thinking of mailing some sort of explosive device to myself to see if the asshole tries to open that up too. To put it mildly, this pissed me off.
When I get in the house, Sweety tells me that there is a surprise for me in the bathroom. Maybe he has drawn a hot bath for me? No. Can we say "explosive doggy diarrhea"? Holy crap batman. I have never seen such. Gagged my guts out cleaning it up. I was surprised that the shit wasn't on the walls. Stinky dog has had a couple of instances of upset stomach over the last month or so. I'm cutting her off of people food and have given her new dog food. (Of course, the dog food that I picked out is one that the pet store doesn't carry very often. Didn't figure that out til it was already paid for. But if it helps keep her from scratching and shedding so damn much then I'll order the stuff online.) I hope she appreciates it.
After cleaning up the shitstorm, I went for a pedicure to soothe my traumatized self. It helped. I think I'll go to the drive-thru liquor store now for some additional items to aid in easing my aggravation.
I'll be back later for some blog cruising.
Added on Tuesday 12/4/7 3:03 p.m.
The comic book store is sending me a replacement! They said they'll tape this one good and shut! Yay! My faith in humanity has been restored!