God-mother-fuck-shit-fuck-damnit.

It fucking snowed.  A-LOT.  And it’s all big fluffy marshmallow flakes.  I checked the weather forecase for the next 7 days – SNOW and 30s.  Do you know what the weather has been the last week?  75 and sunny.  What.  The.  Fuck?!?!?!?!?!!?!

Fynn stayed home from school today.  We both have head colds…the kind that only goes away with a bottle of old-school Nyquil (really, what good is the non-alcoholic kind?) and a whole day in bed.

I haven’t been sleeping much as I recently hit the jackpot in the Stress-o-Matic machine.  Could somebody tell me WHY money doesn’t grow on trees?  Even a quarter bush would be good at this point in my life.

The bitch-whore of a slut dog that Tug has already fathered 2 litters of puppies to was waiting for her morning deposit of semen on my back patio when I opened the door to let the dogs out this morning.  I had to put Tug on a leash and even then he wouldn’t pause to piss although 3 little marbles of poo did come flying out of his ass as he was trying to get to his bi-annual tang.  I finally gave up and brought him in the house where he chased me and barked at me to let him back outside.  So I put him in his crate, where he’s currently whining about the injustice of his world.

On that note, I have to get busy being lazy.