Who'd a thunk...
So in purusing my blog I realized a few things. One, I very rarely blog anymore. Two, I've abandoned my randomness which is to say really sad. Thus, I plan to rectify this in the coming future.
Why is it that cats can easily manuaver a window sill and a small puppy can not?
Why is it that my dogs absolutely love eating toliet paper?
I went to walmart about a week ago and was checking out when my cashier graciously informed me that she had had 27 shots in the last three days. I really could have done without that information.
Why am I so physically incapable of finishing one bottle of water before beginning another one? I literally end up with about 5 half filled bottles strategically placed around my room. Now, if that isn't bad enough my car has recently become victim to this as well.
I read an article that a lady had her eyeball eaten by ants. Can you say ouch!!! She was a diabetic so maybe the ants were drawn to the sugar...ughhhh
I have officially not killed the plant Helen's dad gave me over a year ago...Woohoo!
I love turkey day!
I also read that 1 in every 31 US adults in is prison. Can you believe that? Well maybe you can...
Only about 10% of people actually wash their hands correctly after using the restroom...ughhhh.
I think I may be reading too much.
I have three bottles of wine that i have had for about a year and a half now. Maybe now is a good time to drink it.
Don't you hate when you have to write an essay for something and they give you a word limit and you go over by like 8 words and you have to frantically search for 8 words to murder. You must die with the stroke of my pen...or keyboard in my case but I like the pen better.
I wonder if my dogs are secretly conspiring against me.
Dogs do not know how to obey personal space. Coconut thinks the only way to get close and show affection is to either sit on your head or pound on your stomach until you scream. I secretly think she likes when I scream at her because she gets really excited and starts running around. She also invades nayla's personal space all the time. She gets a growl and sometimes a quick nip but thinks it is all in fun...that is until she really gets bitten and comes to sit on my head and whimper.
I was coming home the other night and as I was driving down my street I saw this white thing jump. I got closer and realized it was a cat. A little closer and I realized it was stubby. A little closer and I realized it was stubby jumping because he was playing with a snake and had almost gotten bit. Only my animals would be this dumb.
That is all for now.
So in purusing my blog I realized a few things. One, I very rarely blog anymore. Two, I've abandoned my randomness which is to say really sad. Thus, I plan to rectify this in the coming future.
Why is it that cats can easily manuaver a window sill and a small puppy can not?
Why is it that my dogs absolutely love eating toliet paper?
I went to walmart about a week ago and was checking out when my cashier graciously informed me that she had had 27 shots in the last three days. I really could have done without that information.
Why am I so physically incapable of finishing one bottle of water before beginning another one? I literally end up with about 5 half filled bottles strategically placed around my room. Now, if that isn't bad enough my car has recently become victim to this as well.
I read an article that a lady had her eyeball eaten by ants. Can you say ouch!!! She was a diabetic so maybe the ants were drawn to the sugar...ughhhh
I have officially not killed the plant Helen's dad gave me over a year ago...Woohoo!
I love turkey day!
I also read that 1 in every 31 US adults in is prison. Can you believe that? Well maybe you can...
Only about 10% of people actually wash their hands correctly after using the restroom...ughhhh.
I think I may be reading too much.
I have three bottles of wine that i have had for about a year and a half now. Maybe now is a good time to drink it.
Don't you hate when you have to write an essay for something and they give you a word limit and you go over by like 8 words and you have to frantically search for 8 words to murder. You must die with the stroke of my pen...or keyboard in my case but I like the pen better.
I wonder if my dogs are secretly conspiring against me.
Dogs do not know how to obey personal space. Coconut thinks the only way to get close and show affection is to either sit on your head or pound on your stomach until you scream. I secretly think she likes when I scream at her because she gets really excited and starts running around. She also invades nayla's personal space all the time. She gets a growl and sometimes a quick nip but thinks it is all in fun...that is until she really gets bitten and comes to sit on my head and whimper.
I was coming home the other night and as I was driving down my street I saw this white thing jump. I got closer and realized it was a cat. A little closer and I realized it was stubby. A little closer and I realized it was stubby jumping because he was playing with a snake and had almost gotten bit. Only my animals would be this dumb.
That is all for now.
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