~ I can't make up my mind as to whether I'm just going to stay here for the next hour and fifteen minutes, or if I want to pack up and work at home.

On the one hand, there's only another hour and fifteen minutes, and fast internet.  On the other hand, it's freezing in here which is making my nose snot up ... and it smells like a dead mouse all throughout the office.  It's being checked into, but so far nothing has been found.  I'll probably be able to concentrate better if I go home too, and my boss isn't gonna be here til long after I would have left anyway, so she won't know the damn difference.

~ I find it strange that we're coming to the weekend with not a gazillion things to do.

However, I've also noticed the parallel between the lack of activities and the lack of money.  We're broke, so we're not doing much at all.  My husband has a doc appointment Monday too, so we gotta make sure to have the copay for that.  Shit, and I gotta take out cash for his work lunch next week. 

You know, his mom had the audacity to say he doesn't get to spoil himself much.  I laughed right in her face, and then when I could breath again and respond to her confused inquiries, I informed her that her son, in fact, is quite spoiled, and is quite used to getting what he wants, when he wants it, no matter the expense, or who might have to go without something for it.  She was honestly surprised, and didn't know how to answer ... because on the one hand it's good that he does get his way, why shouldn't she be happy about that ... but on the other hand, he's spoiled and he's a little too demanding.  Oh it was rich, lol.

~ It's gonna be a busy, dusty weekend with the fields finally ready to come off. 

I'll be keeping all windows closed, and much to my husband's chagrin, I will be insisting he wear a mask.  He's already sick, he doesn't need to be breathing that shit, and I've already told his dad about it too who has gotten out the box of masks and intends to make them readily available.  I'll give the man that much, he does comply with my wishes there.

~ If you can find it in your heart to beat, starve, generally abuse, neglect and abandon an animal I hope you rot in the eternal fires of hell. 

Wait, no, that's too good ... I hope someone finds you, beats you, burns you, tortures you, NEARLY kills you, then throws you in a dumpster to "maybe" be found by someone ... and when you're found, I hope it's an even more soulless person like yourself because at that point ... oh THEN it'll get interesting, and maybe then you'll finally get what you deserve, which won't be death, because that'd be too easy for you.  You sick sack of shit.

I read an article in the paper this morning that made me see red.  In the very town I work in some fat ass bitch abused, starved, beat, and neglected a 1 year old puppy and then threw it in a trash dumpster, where the garbage man found him, almost dead.  His flesh was literally rotting off of him, he had an extension cord embedded in his neck because it was a make shift collar, and he was terribly emaciated.  Luckily he's had treatment, and while he has a long way to go, he's doing much better and already has quite a few prospective adoptive homes.

That bitch who did those things to him ... I can't tell you how infuriated, how evil, how absolutely enraged seeing her picture in the paper made me.  If I see her on my way through, coming or going from work, I think I might just run her big fat ass over without a second glance or thought.  Dumb bitch.

Moral:  Don't hurt animals, you are the scum of the earth if you deem it OK to do this.