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A Shitty Day

As per my practice, I called the Wife-beast at lunch and asked “How are you doing?”

“Shitty.”

“Shitty?”

“Yeh. Shitty. First thing this morning I cleaned shit out of the bird cage. And then out of the cat box. The dog had shit caught in his ass-hairs and I had to give him a bath. At the operative moment, the dog shook and sprayed shit all over me and the bathroom walls. After cleaning the shit off the walls, the baby woke up from his nap. He’d pooped. I had to change a shitty diaper that smelled awful.

“Now even though every thing is cleaned and I’ve taken a shower, all I can smell is shit. I think I still smell like shit.

“It’s been a shitty day.”

“I’ll buy roses on the way home,” I offered.

“I don’t want roses,” she barked.

“Not for you; for me! I don’t want to be smelling shit all night.”

Comments

BWG said:

*rim-shot*

No, wait ...

Posted on Nov 10, 2005 09:35 PM

tanJ said:

Thank you, Jim...


You have been doing wonderfully with these posts of late.


[laughing]

Posted on Nov 11, 2005 01:35 AM

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