Yikes, neglect much? Yes I have. Chelsea, I'm
stealing borrowing your posting style without your permission, is that okay? ;-)
1. Dad went back to work on Monday night. Much stress relief is had! Like I said, I love my Dad, but seriously, there's something up with him. And now we can go back to working with the horses our own way.
2. Annie has been demoted. Mom has officially decided that she is an outdoor dog now. Annie has pretty much shat on the floor at least once a day for the last five days. And normally, I should just say 'pooed', but the consistency here . . . well the only word to describe what she's done all over the floors is 'shat'. And she does it just beside the door, in the middle of the morning, when we're all up and about and available to let her outside. Has been this way since Dad refused to let her in the bed with him and she smells like friggin' death. We're not sure what's wrong with her. We probably should take her to the vet, but Mom's terrified that she'll pull a Murray and drop dead in the waiting room. She says doing that two months in a row would be embarassing, lol.
3. Because of #2 (that pun was unintentional, I swear!), I feel like I'm suddenly living in a kennel and couldn't really be comfortable until I'd spot treated and vacuumed the carpets, and mopped the floors. Which I feel is pointless if I haven't cleaned the toilets, tubs, and sinks as well. So needless to say, I've had a busy day :P and that's not including the hour or so I spent outside messing with Walker and attempting to comb his nappy tail. Silly Walker. But I'm making progress with him, and I think it's safe to say that by the new year he'll be at least used to being saddled, if not started under one.
4. On Monday, I took Charles with me while I checked out a job at the unemployment office (cutting up chicken and fish for packaging, ick! But hey, it's a job if I get it!), and then we went to see The Dark Knight again. It was great, of course. Except for the fact that I felt an odd sensation on my leg which I attributed to a wrinkle in my jeans, but later discovered was some mystery substance. It smelled like spearmint/turpentine/gasoline and burned like hell, and I sat through a two and a half hour movie with it. Had a nice big chemical burn on my leg from it.
I. Blame. The Joker. Something he would find amusing, no? Though I'm sure it was really just someone's lighter breaking in their pocket and me being unfortunate enough to sit after them. But this is the really scary part. About a mile from home, I stopped the car and let Charles drive the rest of the way. He has his permit and all, but damn, I remember seeing him screaming naked in the hospital as a wee one. What happened?!
That about catches us up here. Oh yeah, Sunday Mom and I went to a church, and five minutes before services, a countdown came up on the projection screens. It was the same exact one from the Lost hatch bunker in season 2, LOLZ! I'm so going back there again. See everyone tomorrow!
PSYCHE! Not letting you go without orgasmic DOM!SPAM!
Damn sexy hats, I fall for them every time . . .

And this is just do-able. Please I can have?

*vanishes*
(don't you love it when I post so late at night?!)