Thursday, January 6, 2011

Dear Dumbass,

I see you out there...walking your big huge dog (that just peed all over my mailbox, thank you very much).  I know you think it's cute how interested your dog is in mine - who happens to be behind glass in my private residence for a very good reason - ummm...she's insane.  I'm sure that you're getting amusement out of the way that my dog is "talking" to your dog and how pathetic she looks (like she has no friends).  I'm very glad we could be your source of entertainment for the afternoon.

Here's what you don't seem to realize though, Dumbass.  I have napping twins upstairs.  They are tired.  Shit, I am tired.  Let us rest!!!  Stop walking back and forth in front of my house with that big stupid grin on your big stupid face!!!  Walk on, Woman and leave us to our naps.

Oh, and you'd better be happy that by the time that I arose from my vertigo induced nap (which only lasted 10 minutes thanks to you, your silly games, and your stupid oversized canine), that you kept walking after your fourth time of instigating my dog.  I was about to open my front door and let you have it.

But I fell over.

Sincerely, 
Woman Who Should Not Have a Talking Dog

PS - Title of my first book "Staying Vertical with Vertigo:  If I Can Do It, You'd Better Get Off Your Ass Too."

PPS - Someone just let their car alarm start beeping...I'd kick their ass too...if I could get off the floor.  FML.

PPPS - I'm being dramatic.

PPPPS - HOLY SHIT!!!!  OVER 40,000 HITS!  I KNOW THAT'S SMALL POTATOES FOR SOME PEOPLE, BUT I'M PRETTY FUCKING PSYCHED!

PPPPPS - If you've reconsidered linking to Whatcha Reading Wednesday, I'm leaving the linky-thing open for a week!