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?