The Zoo

My man has anger issues sometimes. He escalates into an infuriated state - I blame the animals. It's like zero-to-angry in mere seconds. He has dogs (plural) and cats (also plural) that drive him insane. He is a loving person with a big heart...takes in strays - how else would he wind up with a gem such as myself?

Usually it's like...
"Hey baby, the dog with the crooked penis just pissed on his paw and then hit me in the face with that very same paw.
Then the cat threw up on my bed.
Then the other dog peed all over the house and I stepped in it after I got out of the shower I needed from the pee-paw/face incident.
Now the other cat shit on my kitchen table.
Then the remaining dog barked and woke me up after I didn't sleep all night and then the remaining cat decided to sneeze in my face!
I HATE THIS HOUSE AND THESE FUCKING ANIMALS I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS I HOPE THEY ALL DIE!!!!!!!!!!ASSHOLES!!! FUCKERS!!!!!!
FUCK!!!!!"

He also sends me pictures of poop and whatnot. I will spare you...

But I will share this! Cuz it's cool.

Summer friend purchased this little critter for her daughter a few weeks ago. This is post ferrets...

Hedge hog. He's cute, but spikey, like a porcupine. I find it difficult to hold and cuddle him when he hurts me. And poops like a champ.

This morning I saw some terrorist looking men on the lower level of my building...huddled around lots of paper work. Is it mean that I say that? I'm not a liberal so I can stereotype at will, right?

Anywho...I realized downstairs is the Visa office. I feel safe again. I don't believe they will ever blow up the building that gives out the Visas...that's just not logical. Terrorists are nothing if not logical.