To the neighbors:
Did you miss the fucking memo that said the 4th was yesterday? As in, today, NOT THE FOURTH OF JULY. Stop shooting off shit. Like your guns. I may have to retaliate and get my own out. I'm a pretty damn good shot and I'll lay money mine is bigger than yours.
My outside dog, is curled under my desk. This the dog who we have to drag into the house and who then paces the house looking for a way out. Under.My.Desk. I think she's had enough celebrating. Pre- fourth it was quieter than normal. I should have known something was up. Too quiet is as bad and too loud.
Damn this dog is big.
Time for bed.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
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