Okay, so. Things I should NOT have to say.
To The Crackhaid Dawg: No, I am NOT scratching your ass.
To The Little Dawg: Dammit, stop biting me on my ass.
To TB: I put "Do Laundry" on today's chore list like you asked me to.
I love TB and the Dawgs, but really... Enough already.
I'm considering hiding in my closet with a pie and some vodka.
Except I'm on a diet because I'm at Full-Term Pregnancy weight AND I'M NOT PREGNANT.
And neither of those things is on my diet.
Somehow hiding in the closet with a six pack of sugar free Jell-o and a bottle of water doesn't have the same comforting ring to it.