as i was driving home last night, john called to find out when i'd be home because his car died and he needed my car to get to class.
also, when he finally got the car home, he discovered the dog had shredded his bed.
when he tried to vaccuum it up, the vaccuum caught a string from the carpet and burnt out.
so we put a piece of carpet in the dog's crate for him to sleep on and his water bucket on top of the carpet. he started yanking on the carpet while i was chatting on the phone with jackie, and he knocked over the entire bucket of water all over absolutely everything.
this morning i went to unload the dishwasher, only to discover that everything was still dirty because the soap thingy had never opened.
while the dog was out, he chewed out the bottom of the little baby pool that i put the turtle in on nice summer days.
i put on my new red sweater over my favorite pair of comfy, khaki linen pants and my favorite white long-sleeved t-shirt. i realized after a couple hours that the edges of the pockets of my pants had turned red. not only that, my white shirt now has a pink tinge to the sleeves.
and we haven't even heard from the garage yet to find out what's wrong with the car. i don't think i want to.
also, when he finally got the car home, he discovered the dog had shredded his bed.
when he tried to vaccuum it up, the vaccuum caught a string from the carpet and burnt out.
so we put a piece of carpet in the dog's crate for him to sleep on and his water bucket on top of the carpet. he started yanking on the carpet while i was chatting on the phone with jackie, and he knocked over the entire bucket of water all over absolutely everything.
this morning i went to unload the dishwasher, only to discover that everything was still dirty because the soap thingy had never opened.
while the dog was out, he chewed out the bottom of the little baby pool that i put the turtle in on nice summer days.
i put on my new red sweater over my favorite pair of comfy, khaki linen pants and my favorite white long-sleeved t-shirt. i realized after a couple hours that the edges of the pockets of my pants had turned red. not only that, my white shirt now has a pink tinge to the sleeves.
and we haven't even heard from the garage yet to find out what's wrong with the car. i don't think i want to.
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Date: 2004-11-13 08:10 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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