I'm posting this sort of preemptively because tomorrow I'll be driving all day Friday and then hurriedly getting together with friends who are about to move to the other side of the Fracking Country and leaving me alone in the possibly God Forsaken South.
So exit now, you're going to Frackville.
I don't know about you but animals in Heat really really suck. Not kidding you, I really don't like hurting animals; even the ones that try and tear your face off or have your arm clamped between their teeth. All I wanted to do to Kq!b' was kick her while she was in heat. She was glued to my ankles, I was constantly tripping over her, she would not stop whining and yowling and licking me and trying to break through the glass panes every time she saw another dog through the window. And God WHY did you have to make it smell so bad?! Dog in Heat is honestly one of the more disgusting things I've smelled in my lifetime and I've been around dead things, backed up septic tanks, and barnyards. It was in my house.
I have a bit of a pet peeve about bad smells in my house. I swear I've used more Fabreeze and Bleach this week than I have in the entirety of my life before the dog went into heat. Ugh!!! UUUUGGGGHHHH!
Frack being a woman... today it's just not worth it. *eats more motrine*
And Frack driving for 6 hours!!!! I don't like it! Not to mention it usually coincides with the one week I'm not entirely up to driving for 6 hours. Be it that I'm getting sick, or bleeding, or have a broken foot or whatthehellever.
I also would like to take this moment to complain about dishes, not being used to having the internet at my fingertips and therefore poorly misusing my day/life, the red clay that is under my house, plumbing, the master bathroom toilet, my husband, my husbands wire brush mustache, my old broken computer, and the price of fabric!
Is that it? maybe? Well I feel a little lighter now.