Freudian Slip 8==8
Nov. 12th, 2009 10:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jay_mooseSo, yeah....I know it's just me.
I was talking with mom after i got home from my meetup last night. She was having a good laugh at me because, well, i'd barely finished a glass of seabreeze from the bar, and was developing a really, really bad migraine.
Dillon and Charlie have both had upset stomachs on and off. Like they were taking turns...and yesterday they both had it. So when i got home, i rather (pathetically) asked Mom if she could walk them, since i had my face pressed in my pillow to block out light.
Then she said, "So you know, the next dog we get will not be a purebred. It's not up for discussion- our next dog will be a mix."
Next dog, huh? Sounded pretty sure about that one.
I know, i know...wishful thinking.
But i smirked, anyway
I was talking with mom after i got home from my meetup last night. She was having a good laugh at me because, well, i'd barely finished a glass of seabreeze from the bar, and was developing a really, really bad migraine.
Dillon and Charlie have both had upset stomachs on and off. Like they were taking turns...and yesterday they both had it. So when i got home, i rather (pathetically) asked Mom if she could walk them, since i had my face pressed in my pillow to block out light.
Then she said, "So you know, the next dog we get will not be a purebred. It's not up for discussion- our next dog will be a mix."
Next dog, huh? Sounded pretty sure about that one.
I know, i know...wishful thinking.
But i smirked, anyway
