It was so windy outside my apartment this morning that my dog refused to take a crap. He waited till he could do it in the wind-free kitchen.
My co-worker asked me if I berated him. I said, "No, I didn't see him do it. You can't get mad after...he wont know why you're getting mad....besides, how do I know he did it?"
Rock On,
Aitch
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pfft.
Just the picture in my head is worth the price of "pfft."
Rock On,
Aitch
P.S. I'll do some laundry tonight. xoxo
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