Poop, PMS, Puppies and Pain in the Patootey
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."
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."
Comments
I'm praying/thinking of you. Also in the future, if your ever wondering about a property, go to the local reality office and run a property profile. You can then see if the property is in foreclosure. Also you can check property taxes on line, if they are going into foreclosure, they wouldn't have paid their property taxes! It's all public knowledge. Which is your right =)
Hope that helps you. How is Humble? I see Sam had a little problem.. Poor Sam. Cheer up friend. I'm prayin for you.
I hope she isn't mean to that dog that she holds resentment towards. It is probably because she feels your ex treats that dog better than her. LOL! wouldn't that be funny.
You are funny, having a panty dance and putting in PRINCE! Love it!!!!
And good for you for putting on some music & getting your groove on!!!
BTW, your new blog layout is awesome!