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I had a crummy night last night. The stupid dogs barked at everything and nothing, waking up the boy several times in the night. Then, Twain, because he's back to his pain in the ass self, got up on the dining room table and tipped it over. I am blessed that the computer stayed on it, but a glass broke and then the stupid dog that he is tried to lick up the contents around the glass. I swear, he gets sick this time, he's just going to have to suffer. Despite all those rotten things, my husband surprised me with flowers that he cut himself and hand delivered to work. I'm a lucky girl! They even smelled as good as they looked.
