I had to drive the husband to work this morning because he was suffering from his "God I am a whiny bastard" insomnia again last night. When he is whiny he gets this pitch in his voice that makes me want to run into the kitchen, grab a knife, and cut out his vocal cords. And when he can't sleep he thrashes around the bed like a psycho getting shock treatment. I have to take a Dramamine to sleep with the man.
I completely "de-shitted" or "de-shat" the backyard today. I literally crawled around the bitch digging every ounce of crap from its grasps. I did it on the off chance the neighbor might think of complaining that I never pick up the shit. Which I don't when it is raining..what is the point? It gets soggy and soaks into the earth. It is a natural cycle and I have the healthiest lawn in the complex minus the hole to China that Brynn is digging.
I am going to do some Christmas shopping today. I also need to clean the house a bit. Also the laundry bin is spawning walking creatures. Toodles!