So you would think all the pain meds and Valium would be a good thing for a dog after surgery right... Well when the dog weighs 120 lbs. and won't leave his crate, it makes it difficult for one to take a drugged up dog who doesn't care about a darn thing right now (hence the Valium) outside to pee. Thus you end up coming home to a husband who is taking around the crate around the dog while you get to hear about how he somehow managed to pee in his bed without getting the top wet, just the bottom. Now wouldn't be so bad except this the is bed that he ripped to shreds two weeks ago and so the fluff inside is not in any kind of inner bag, which then brings me to how to wash the outer cover, sanitize the fluff, and keep the dog happy and not bleeding on furniture or carpet while the washing occurs. I would imagine this all wouldn't be so annoying if I didn't have crazy ass parents at work today.
I have a set of parents who have their own church, pastor, etc...and complain about a book I am reading involving prophecies and say they don't believe in prophecies...Now correct me if I am wrong but I think there are a few of those in the Bible, so needless to say I am confused. I stop reading said book, and begin another, which they are now complaining about because it has what they would consider a plam reader. Again I am confused because I thought I taught in a public school, but what do I know. I will try to maintain my patience tomorrow while meeting with the parents who took these complaints straight to my principal by the way, and are just now discussing these issues with me tomorrow.
I've had a fantastic day, how was yours?
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