I spent the day with a dear friend of mine, sharing with her my heart and my head. But despite her generous support, I couldn't shake the feeling - just one of those sundays.
Good ideas to ponder when we head into this new week! Enjoy the last of your weekend hours, everyone.
I did, finally, figure out a good deed.
A scrooge lives across from me - I despise this platinum blonde, silicon boobed, scratchy voiced woman. For good reason! When Sampson was just a puppy (aw, tear) we left him in his cage - no, sorry, his "house"- for five hours. We were at a baseball game, what could we do? I guess he was barking the entire time, because we came home to a note on the door:
PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOUR DOG. HE HAS BEEN BARKING THE ENTIRE DAY. OTHERWISE I WILL HAVE TO REPORT YOU TO ANIMAL SERVICES.
My blood boils when I type this. I was so ashamed! ASSHOLE. Breathe, Robin, breathe.
So today I bought a bought a bouquet of flowers and left them at her door, attaching this note:
before you start thinking, "that robin, what a saint!" I must inform you that I gifted her with pink carnations. I TRIED not to pitch a little spite in there... but alas, I am who I am.
I give myself a 6.
PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOUR DOG. HE HAS BEEN BARKING THE ENTIRE DAY. OTHERWISE I WILL HAVE TO REPORT YOU TO ANIMAL SERVICES.
My blood boils when I type this. I was so ashamed! ASSHOLE. Breathe, Robin, breathe.
So today I bought a bought a bouquet of flowers and left them at her door, attaching this note:
before you start thinking, "that robin, what a saint!" I must inform you that I gifted her with pink carnations. I TRIED not to pitch a little spite in there... but alas, I am who I am.
I give myself a 6.
