So, I have two Jack Russel Terrors, I mean terriers, Deuces and Billy. Actually, Billy is a sweetie. Deuces is my arch enemy. Yesterday I came home to find he ate my entire pumping (breastfeeding) set up. Two flanges, the shields, valves, everything. I thought my head was going to spin right off my body. I’m pretty sure fire came out of my ears. Ev knows not to even try to defend him at this point. The lines have been drawn. Deuces on one side, me on the other. Well, today I came home to find the little k-9 had left me a message. I guess he overheard me tell Ev I needed a new toothbrush. I appreciate the sentiment but we’re still not talking.
Yes, that's my real name. I know it's crazy and totally over the top. It's my married name, which I've chosen to fully embrace. Read More...
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