There's something about PMSing and having a crappy day. They both go well together.
My crappy day started when my ex called this morning. He wanted to warn me that his "wifey" was going to be calling me and to not pick up the phone. I guess they are having problems. Too bad, so sad! She gave him the ultimatum, get rid of the dog that belonged to him and I or she leaves. She tells me that they are having problems and the dog is a part of the problem. Was I sympathetic? No. Problems are what she caused when she slept with my then husband. Funny...she supposedly can't speak English but she spoke good English when she needed to make a point.
Then, I come home from running around in the hot enough to boil an egg heat here in the desert and Sam had pooped all over the floor in my bedroom. I guess the puppy door was left closed and he had to go. I was ticked and even more because sea grass carpet doesn't clean up like regular carpet.
To make matters way worse, the house that we're renting...we had a notice on the door stating that it's being sold in a trustee sale on May 7th. The owner has apparently been lying to us and told us the house wasn't in foreclosure, yada yada. Wrong. It looks like we'll be looking for a place to live like, real soon.
I think I'm going to turn on some Prince and have a panty dance party all by myself. That should cheer me up. But first, let me close the window blinds. I'd sure hate to give the neighbors a reason to "talk about the lunatic next door."
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