Ladies, take a moment to appreciate the cherries on your sundaes because despite what you may naively choose to believe, they CAN come off if they're gnawed on enough. I'm taking a moment to be glad that mine are being left to their own devices.
It's been quite the week.
Tantrums at work (not mine), explody poos at home (not mine), piles of clean dry laundry thanks to the cheering Wellington sunshine (SARCASM ALERT!), a traumatised cat (not a Sam-fan).
Samantha visited me at work today and got passed around faster than herpes at a key party. She was very well-behaved until the nano-second that Tracy left to pick up some sprog supplies. Then she did a huge squirty curry poo. Which I had to deal with. In my pod. It was gross.
I had to go to the Hutt. Bile rose in my throat and I kept the doors well locked.
So is there anything to look forward to? Well... the weekend cometh, does it not? I have walks planned, dinners suggested, lunches lined up, and stuff to DO.
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