Wednesday, September 10, 2008

It's been one of those days...

where the covers over my head seems like a pretty good idea. I knew it was going to be "one of those days" when my shoe broke while walking into my office. I flip flopped and almost bit the dust one time too many, all day long.

On top of it, Boo and I had a disagreement. Is it me or do men have a much harder time in admitting that they are wrong? Instead of admitting anything, he threw a fast ball at me. (Boo is into sports and is very good at playing them too.)

When Boo and I got together, my furbabies were like my little ones. I admit I baby talk and sing to them and put little ribbons in the little girl's hair but it's not hurting anyone, right??? So, when we moved in together, the dogs instantly became cute little annoyances to him. He wasn't raised around house dogs...only outside dogs that ate little dogs for snack. (Just kidding but you get where I'm going, right?) He had a love/hate relationship with them. One minute he thinks they are cool then the next minute, they are dogs, with bad breath, stink, have accidents on the floor, lay on the floor, always in the way, etc. He decided that he just couldn't have it any longer. It was him or the dogs. We have gone through this for over a year now. One minute, he likes them, the next, they need to go! Today was another one of those, "Your dogs are driving me nuts" days. So, I sat at my desk with tears running down my face (actually, I was trying to conceal the tears and remain professional) at the thought of giving up my precious babies.

Why does love have to be so difficult? I don't know but it just is.

I'm signing off to go in search of some Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream. Wanna join me?

6 comments:

QueenofPlanetHotflash said...

I can soooooo relate! Thanks for visiting my site come back often :o)

jill jill bo bill said...

I am so sorry men are jerks. It's a penis thing. You should know by now that he has to vent and says things he will never do. They all do it. Just ignore him.

PS Thanks so much for stopping by and hope you come back like everyday and play with me. I have no one my age. They are all like 32 and have babies. I have grandbabies, so I relate on some levels. It's late and I'm tired and I have never met you but am boring you and crying on your shoulder...
ahem. Really glad you dropped by!

jill jill bo bill said...

Ok, I know I am driving you crazy, but we have so much in common it's kinda freakin' me out. I was married 20 years and he divorced me. I have a sister that looks just like me and people always think we are twins. But you need to explain the 16 month old. Yours? your grandbaby? (I call my daughter's kids MY babies becaus e I am a control freak and it wigs her out!) Anyway. HURRY AND DIVULGE MORE!!!!

jill jill bo bill said...

Okay I swear this is all for tonight. okay, now I forgot what i was going to ask. See, Hit 40 and it all slides out. Brain seapage. Oh well. Maybe I will remember later. Sorry to bug you again.
PS: Please don't freak out, I make friends VERY quickly. And I am generally nice. But I cuss sometimes if it makes the post funnier. And I just started in mid-July and have like a million followers. Ok, not a million. Like 10. Okay 3. And that includes my sister. You need to join the Secret Sants thing so you can get to know our gang. If you are caddy and can take a joke, you soooo will fit in. Just go to blog and hang on...

jill jill bo bill said...

Thought I would give you another comment. You will become a comment whore, BTW. We all do. We would sell our first born or our left eye for comments. So I am just lighting the match to the proverbial crackpipe of comments.

Ok, as I was saying, go to my blog and click on the santa thing. You can read about it on one of my posts, but honestly I have no idea what I am saying once I type it. It leaves me forever.

You will love this. It's fun and I pee myself almost nightly laughing.

See you soon if I haven't scared you off!

apricot tea. said...

Mmm, chunky monkey. Now you're talking. :]

Keep your head up, Mommy. I hope that today is a better day for you. & tomorrow is Friday!

 

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