What? I didn't do anything wrong, did I?
So cute, how can you get upset at such a mug? He seems like a living doll sometimes he's so perfect looking. Then he chews something up and it's like, oh yeah, more like a living monster. I ordered him a tag with our contact information on it so in case he ever gets away from me again, people will know where he belongs. Yeah, some idiot at the doggy park opened the gate and let Georgie out "by mistake". Ooh I was livid. I was lucky there were other people walking their dogs nearby because Georgie was checking them out long enough for me to run over and grab him. Honestly, that dog will run right into the street if he's not on a leash. Anyway, now I guard the gate area when we are there to protect him from the idiots.
The other news around here, or non-news if you will, is that spouse has decided to quit smoking. But my (and everyone else's) definition of quitting and his are not the same. See for me, when you quit, you stop lighting the tobacco stick, bringing it to your lips and inhaling. For Serge, it seems to mean reducing your repetition of this act by 75%. Heck, if I could be a person who only smokes a few a day, I'd probably still be a smoker, but I'm not and the only solution for me is complete abstinence. NOPE, Not One Puff Ever. Serge seems to think he can win the battle by continuing to dance with the enemy. I'm not very optimistic.