Egads! They’re on to me!
Just kidding. *phew*
I’m still safely employed and the dogs’ bowls are still (usually) filled. Which brings me to a sad update…
…Hemo has flown the coop.
Always a bad ass, Hemo has been MIA for the past two weeks. Neither hide nor hair has been seen of her. I don’t know if she’s gone to the great cat box in the sky, or if she’s taken up with a new family, but she hasn’t graced the Mutha Fudruckin’ Household with her presence for a couple of weeks. Please keep her in your thoughts and send whatever Higher Power you believe it your prayers or prayer-equivalents. I don’t want to start tearing up at work, so that’s all I’m going to say about that.
The dogs are doing well, except that Dexter’s inappropriate chewing fetish now rivals Ernie’s panty crotch addiction. WTF am I going to do with these sons of bitches?
It’s enough to drive a girl to drink. It doesn’t take much, but these bitches sure aren’t helping.
P.S. I know I am an awful, slack-ass, lazy blogger. In an attempt to make it up to you, may I present this:
Yes, that is Steve, and yes, I am responsible for that butchered mohawk. Enjoy, and I’ll see you tomorrow.