Grrrrrrrr.

My dog just ate my brand new Ipod headphones. God dammit. They were just sitting on the coffee table, minding their own business, and now they're in pieces. Brand new. I think I'm going to have to kill him. The power of his cuteness isn't what it used to be. I've built up an immunity to his cuteness, and now I just want to kill him. He looks so innocent. The really bad part is that its my own fault. Dogs get obnoxious when they are bored and don't have enough exercise, and today I went to the gym and didn't walk the dog. Seriously, though, if I go to the gym, which I have to make a priority, and then I take the dog for a walk, there goes my whole morning! My husband wanted a dog. I wanted a dog eventually, but he wanted one now. He talked me in to this. He should get up extra early and walk the dog, and he should buy me new headphones, and he should wash and brush the dog, and train the dog. I wash my hands of this dog.

Except that I can't because he lives in my house, and my house is where I am most of the time. I keep trying to convince Rob that its Take Your Dog to Work Day, but he's not buying it. I bought the dog a little dog bed, and he's chewing on it like its one of his stuffed animals. So ungrateful. Little shit.

Leila wrote all over our fence with chalk. She did this once when she was really little and it took years to wear off. I turned my head, I took a nap, I read a chapter in my book, and now I have no headphones and a graffitied fence. I am done with this day, people, and tomorrow is veterans day so these people who live with me will be here all damn day.

Mother is not amused...