Wordless Wednesday

Too mental for words......

Day 7, the worst YET. Like being in labor all day.






I do NOT want to be HER.














"Oh ,are you having a problem?



well, so what, I want MY walk."













"oh a bird, how fascinating!"












"What? Was I on duty?"














My "anti smoking" arsenal












The BIG GUNS....to prevent anti smoking "random snacking"










The body guard












Yeah, he's kind of a slacker.
And I'm kind of a hag right now.










The wind made him a bitter hag too.

Please....say it isn't so....

Ola Peeps,


Well, another day shot to hell in a handbag. Yesterday I drive 75 miles to the USDA Vet. My plan was to go there ,get my papers signed and then Christmas shop my way home.


I get there and the place is all "high security" ,cameras pointing in your face as you have to get buzzed in.


Hmmm, I wonder what THAT'S about.


I am allowed in the door and greeted by Miss Personality. (personality of a dead fish, that is)




"These are done incorrectly."





"My Vet has NO idea what he's doing. Can't you just sign your part?"













"NO!"






"Can you fax them over to him?"




















"Isn't there anything you can do?"





Yeah, THIS."














Insert stream of cuss words.......................



UGH! Now I have to go back to my Vet , after figuring out myself, how to do the shit right, then get his signature AGAIN.


Then go back to the effin USDA Vet and if it is done wrong again I will curl up into a ball on their high security ass floor and stay that way forever.


Needless to say, I was too mad to shop at all. I came directly home and wallowed in my bed.


Oh ,pardon me, my padded cell is ready.


Have a great day ya'll.


Luv me