I'm so mad! Yesterday I was on the phone to Bree, remember Bree? And I said, "Oh, my gosh someone's honking their stupid horn for me again." I'm not even out of my nightgown yet, and have a seizing baby kitten, really it was dying so don't laugh here.
IT WAS THE STUPID JACKASS EDISON GUY AGAIN, ASKING ME ABOUT MY DOGS!!!! "YES! I HAVE TWO DOGS AND THEY DON'T BITE PEOPLE, BUT WILL LEARN TO BITE, IF YOU KEEP HITTING THEM ON THE HEAD!"
He's such an idiot! I don't know why they hire such morons to do customers service! Bree, I'm so sorry I didn't just ignore him and talk, but when I saw who it was, it was like,"Mother bear saving her cubs!" I'd probably ran outside naked, well no....but I went out in my flannel long nightgown and barefooted. That's sorta' a huge risk considering all goat-head stickers.
You know what? When Steve sees this blog, he's calling me to to say "Just...Get Over it!" I will if that Edison guy would quit coming up here, honking the horn, and beating our dogs. I will. Please refer to post about Edison Dunking Machine.
Yes, I'm bad on many levels with this post. Yes, I know I'm using harsh words, substitute words, judging, revenge, thinking of myself without clothes running..... hahahaha I didn't count to ten, and spoke without thinking of another's feelings. I was wrong to hold a seizing kitten that kept throwing up, but I lost weight. I called someone names like very not nice: idiot, jackass and moron. sorry or "sauce" as Jaxon would say. And lastly, I shouldn't let stuff like this wreak my day. And the comment about my post that says "lovingly written..." Does that truly reflect my mood? There's a lie. The end. I Need to Repent, again!