FFUUCCKK!!

Today has fucking sucked. Not just a little - a whole hell of a lot. First of all my bank account is all screwed up and I've been going crazy trying to figure out what the hell happened. I'm still not sure and I've been stressin' over that ALL day. On top of that I've had these back and abdominal pains all day... I've just been really achy and shit. So I'm looking forward to coming home and unwinding, being lazy, etc, etc. But NO. NO!!! This is what I come home to:

THE FUCKING DOGS HAVE STARTED EATING MY HOUSE LIKE IT WAS RAWHIDE!

So I've had it. When Scooter was younger he chewed the corner a little bit... Emma has now ripped most of that off. BIG DIFFERENCE. And I know it had to be her idea to rip up the floor, as well. So guess what?? The little assholes will now spend their days and nights in crates. They will only be allowed out when we can watch them. That may sound harsh, but I just bought this house last year and I can't afford to have it eaten. I tried to be nice enough to give them a room to hang out in when we weren't home and this is what happens. SCREW THAT.

To make my night even worse I got to Wal-Mart to buy crates and get all the way to the register and realize that I can't find my credit card. I JUST had it. So I go out to the parking lot to see if it's perhaps in my car and it's not. I didn't have my cell on me so I called home on Wal-Mart's nasty ass phone to see if Nick has seen my card. Nope. Oh wait, then it's in my jacket pocket that I wasn't even wearing so I have no idea why I put it in there to begin with. ?? So I had to go back home and get it. I am SO STRESSED and SO ANGRY. I almost lost my mind in Wal-Mart. I am a complete and utter emotional mess right now.

THE END