It's raining dogs...and more dogs...and another dog.
All I wanted to do was paint my nails. I should've known better than to do it in the kitchen.
So, I was sitting at the counter painting my nails when my mom just arbitrarily walks in. She inspects my color of choice. "Oh, this is so pretty. I like this color. What's it called?"
"Black cherry."
"Who makes it?"
I nudged the bottle in her direction.
"Where did you get it? Did you get it at Meijer?"
"I've had it a while, so I don't remember."
"I like it. It's so shiny and pretty."
*clenches teeth as she continues to hover over me a little too closely.*
She continues: "You know that author in Florida who wrote that book I told you about? (*No*) Well, she still really believes that we've only got about 6 more months left before the rapture."
I just want to paint my fucking nails.
"Have you had a chance yet to witness to Bryon about the rapture?"
"No." I JUST want to paint my fucking nails.
"Do you know if he's saved?"
"No." (!!!!painting my nails...stroke by stroke!!!)
"Well, you really should witness to him when you get the chance. If you really care about him--which I'm sure you do--you should really try to do that. You want to make sure he won't be left behind in the rapture."
I JUST WANT TO PAINT MY FUCKING NAILS. "Mmm-hmm." I am sure Bryon would be delighted.
"Maybe you could ask his mom about it, talk to her about it. She would probably know."
"Maybe." Stroke...stroke...stroke...smudge...
I was glad to finish painting.
So, in other happenings... Bryon got another dog. So, that makes a grand total of 5 dogs. Inside. WTF?????!!!!!! He tried to explain to me the rationale behind getting another dog-- this new dog is HIS, meaning it belongs to him exclusively. He said he's never had his own dog before. In no way, shape or form does this make sense. I asked him why it wasn't good enough to just "share" the other 4 with whomever they "officially" belong to, since they're always there--they never leave, so how can he not consider them his, too??! I just cannot grasp the concept of why they need so many animals in that house... HIS new dog, a black pug, was originally going to belong to Sarah because Sarah was the one who bought it for almost $400 (which is fucking ridiculous to spend on an animal in the 1st place), but when Bill said he didn't want it, then Bryon offered to take it. So, my question is, why did Sarah not ask Bill about getting the damn thing BEFORE she bought it???!! And another thing is that Bryon is going to pay Sarah back the $400 dollars for the dog she got and didn't want!!!! W T F??!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?! I just think it is downright crazy, irrational, and a lot of other things, to bring another dog into that house. Maybe it's just me being selfish and thinking of my dog phobia... I mean, it's bad enough I have a panic attack everytime I go over there because I know I am going to be bombarded by at least 4...so now, I have another one to anticipate! WTF??? Saturday when I went over to his house, all the dogs met me at the gate and wouldn't get the fuck out of my way, so I just tried to step over them and ended up tripping over one of the dachschunds and falling down in some mud. I can't even begin to describe how pissed I was...especially after how long it took me to get cleaned up. I hate the dogs enough as it is without tripping over them. I mean, who keeps 5 dogs inside their house??!!! And WHY??? And how can they stand it???? It would be different if they were kept outside...but that's yet another thing that I just don't understand.
I'm not mad at Bryon... Despite the fact that I love him more than anything, sometimes I just don't understand him.
So, I was sitting at the counter painting my nails when my mom just arbitrarily walks in. She inspects my color of choice. "Oh, this is so pretty. I like this color. What's it called?"
"Black cherry."
"Who makes it?"
I nudged the bottle in her direction.
"Where did you get it? Did you get it at Meijer?"
"I've had it a while, so I don't remember."
"I like it. It's so shiny and pretty."
*clenches teeth as she continues to hover over me a little too closely.*
She continues: "You know that author in Florida who wrote that book I told you about? (*No*) Well, she still really believes that we've only got about 6 more months left before the rapture."
I just want to paint my fucking nails.
"Have you had a chance yet to witness to Bryon about the rapture?"
"No." I JUST want to paint my fucking nails.
"Do you know if he's saved?"
"No." (!!!!painting my nails...stroke by stroke!!!)
"Well, you really should witness to him when you get the chance. If you really care about him--which I'm sure you do--you should really try to do that. You want to make sure he won't be left behind in the rapture."
I JUST WANT TO PAINT MY FUCKING NAILS. "Mmm-hmm." I am sure Bryon would be delighted.
"Maybe you could ask his mom about it, talk to her about it. She would probably know."
"Maybe." Stroke...stroke...stroke...smudge...
I was glad to finish painting.
So, in other happenings... Bryon got another dog. So, that makes a grand total of 5 dogs. Inside. WTF?????!!!!!! He tried to explain to me the rationale behind getting another dog-- this new dog is HIS, meaning it belongs to him exclusively. He said he's never had his own dog before. In no way, shape or form does this make sense. I asked him why it wasn't good enough to just "share" the other 4 with whomever they "officially" belong to, since they're always there--they never leave, so how can he not consider them his, too??! I just cannot grasp the concept of why they need so many animals in that house... HIS new dog, a black pug, was originally going to belong to Sarah because Sarah was the one who bought it for almost $400 (which is fucking ridiculous to spend on an animal in the 1st place), but when Bill said he didn't want it, then Bryon offered to take it. So, my question is, why did Sarah not ask Bill about getting the damn thing BEFORE she bought it???!! And another thing is that Bryon is going to pay Sarah back the $400 dollars for the dog she got and didn't want!!!! W T F??!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?! I just think it is downright crazy, irrational, and a lot of other things, to bring another dog into that house. Maybe it's just me being selfish and thinking of my dog phobia... I mean, it's bad enough I have a panic attack everytime I go over there because I know I am going to be bombarded by at least 4...so now, I have another one to anticipate! WTF??? Saturday when I went over to his house, all the dogs met me at the gate and wouldn't get the fuck out of my way, so I just tried to step over them and ended up tripping over one of the dachschunds and falling down in some mud. I can't even begin to describe how pissed I was...especially after how long it took me to get cleaned up. I hate the dogs enough as it is without tripping over them. I mean, who keeps 5 dogs inside their house??!!! And WHY??? And how can they stand it???? It would be different if they were kept outside...but that's yet another thing that I just don't understand.
I'm not mad at Bryon... Despite the fact that I love him more than anything, sometimes I just don't understand him.