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Two hour punishing karate class, then an hour of advanced weapons, and get home to find out one of our dogs has dug under the fence, and is gone. We walked all over the neighborhood hollering her name, and little savage is sobbing. :(

Maybe she'll come home.

They usually do. :rose:

And if Puppy doesn't, just start calling the shelters tomorrow. Hang in there.
 
They usually do. :rose:

And if Puppy doesn't, just start calling the shelters tomorrow. Hang in there.

My husband said they both got out yesterday morning and were just sort of hanging out in the front yard, but we couldn't find her anywhere. *sigh*
 
My husband said they both got out yesterday morning and were just sort of hanging out in the front yard, but we couldn't find her anywhere. *sigh*

They tend to come back if allowed. Good, kind-hearted people often hinder that, but then they end up at a shelter or pound.

Give the little savage hope. They do usually come back. :rose:

Come back and post the outcome.
 
They tend to come back if allowed. Good, kind-hearted people often hinder that, but then they end up at a shelter or pound.

Give the little savage hope. They do usually come back. :rose:

Come back and post the outcome.

I will, thanks. :)
 
He molested all four of you. I don't get why you'd let his mooching loser ass live in your house past the age of 30. You don't think he'll molest his own seven year old daughter?

You people make me sick. I wish I could shoot your ugly fucking full of yourself dumbass.
 
I came in and said 'guess what? I had a flat tire'
And she said 'Aww thats bad luck'
And I said 'No, bad luck is not having a spare during a torrential downpour'

And then I thought, maybe only someone with bad luck could make that distinction.
 
The day started off stellar. I got up early and worked while everyone was sleeping. The house was cool and quiet, perfect for writing.

Along the way, it devolved into big piles of steaming crap everywhere I turned. Perversely, I tried to keep the piles from smelling. No amount of air freshner, baking soda, perfume, or good old fashioned praying could prevent the overwhelming funk that overcame me.

The mistakes I apparently made were like cracks in the sidewalk. I didn't think to avoid them because I was too busy avoiding the shit being lobbed at me.

It's days like this, days when nothing I say or do can be right, that I just want to say to hell with it. If I'm so awful, how can I be what you need? You've already decided how I'll react. I'm afraid you're going to end up creating a self-fulfilling prophesy.

Disclaimer: This is not about the hubby.
 
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Maybe I shouldn't question things. Maybe its best to just stay in the dark and accept it.
 
I really really don't like passive aggressive behavior. People who fall into this category suck balls and can go to hell.

Whew...that feels better.
 
Putting that guy with the foreign language spam on ignore sure cleaned up the boards this morning.
 
Putting that guy with the foreign language spam on ignore sure cleaned up the boards this morning.

I keep reporting them as spam but he/she continues to post.

They should be in the other languages forums but no one would read them there (or here).

Og
 
Putting that guy with the foreign language spam on ignore sure cleaned up the boards this morning.

I keep reporting them as spam but he/she continues to post.

They should be in the other languages forums but no one would read them there (or here).

Og

It's ridiculous - if they have any common sense then they would be able to find the other languages board - it's just wasting everybody's time and space.
 
A couple of months ago an instructor told me that if I was doing this one bo kata right, I'd end up with a bruise on my upper right arm.

After last night (we had an informal competition at class) I have a HUGE bruise on my upper right arm. I guess that means I was doing it right, but...

owie, owie, owie. :(
 

You left me
Standing,
Arms open,
Palms up,
Just within reach but never in hand.
Eyes closed,
Lips parted.
Waiting for
Words unspoken.
Thirst, unquenched.
Hunger, unfed.
No release.
No reprieve.
No backward glances.
Trapped in suspended anticipation.
You left me,
Bound.
 
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