Today I totally lost my marbles. At one point I stomped over to the toilet, flung open the seat, and glared at the dog, for daring to hang around the bowl - all gloomy like. Not only that, I actually thought, "That's how GOOood you have it... That I allow you to drink water out of the place, where the rest of us evacuate our bowels!"
After feeling embarrassed over my thought, I immediately treated him as I should've. I gave him filtered water in a clean bowl, with a side order of shoulder massage. Although, I'm ultimately worried that my poor behavior will return by the end of the week, where I'm certain to lose my shit and start screaming, "You're SOOoo lucky - I let you scavenge for sustenence in the TRASH CAN!!!"
Mental note: must get pajamas that look like a sexy velour exercise outfit, with matching Uggs. But not the ones that "Juicy" makes. I would hate to see the word "Juicy" on my ass. I think it would make me feel paranoid that people are figuring out, that a certain little Miss Someone - hasn't been hauling her ass up Fryman Canyon, quite as often as she likes to brag about...
b.t.w. - My right pinky toe keeps getting a charlie-horse in the middle of the night. Weird..
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