My Birthday

My birthday was Friday.
My birthday was bad.
My husband made no Plans and gave me crappy presents.

Then he said I could pick out a dog for my birthday, to bad there aren't any dogs I like for adoption. I refuse to buy a puppy because unless I want to over pay for an AKC registered dog all the other places are puppy mills and that is sick. So now I don't even want a dog anymore.


With the exception of my week in DC, this year is off to a shitty start.

Good thought for the day: Only 226 days until September, which means the bitches move to Canada!

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