jnevin
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I was upstairs getting my breakfast ready, butter fried mayo and corndogs, of course. And I looked down and saw he tracked mud in the house. I then realized the sprinklers haven't run since Tuesday and this didn't quite look like mud. Sweet. So I stroll through the house to get an idea of what I'm up against. I have a goddamn fucking Family Circus trail of shit through my house. From the office downstairs, through the hall, into the extra bedroom, up the stairs, maybe two laps through the living room upstairs, and all through the kitchen. I have a weak stomach and a bad gag reflex, so I'm starting to choke back my half pot of coffee as I go for the resolve. Gone. Fuck. Shit fuck piss fuck. So I went to the store and got one of those rental things and 3 bottles of spot treatment. The thing only works like 3 feet at a time for some reason. I have probably 2500 sq ft to go over. I'm going to be out at meetings almost all day. I'm bitching, I know. Fuck, I don't want to go home to the poopy jungle. It's gonna stink so bad. FUCK.
I can't be mad at him for just stepping in it though. I feel bad because he could feel my tension and anger. I didn't even yell at him, but holy fuck, I was mad. I still am, I just had to postpone two meetings so I can calm down.
Ok, I feel a little better. Fuck off.
I can't be mad at him for just stepping in it though. I feel bad because he could feel my tension and anger. I didn't even yell at him, but holy fuck, I was mad. I still am, I just had to postpone two meetings so I can calm down.
Ok, I feel a little better. Fuck off.