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It Was Nine Days Of Pure Hell

How I felt during David's vacation at home

I'm not kidding. David nearly drove me crazy, as if I wasn't crazy prior to this, asking where do you want this - do you feel like going shopping - should I give the puppies a bath - and so on and so forth. I wanted to kill him, but there's no place to hide the body out here. So I had to play hide and seek. Would you believe I actually had to hide in a closet? Yes! I did! He never thought to find me there. The puppies gave me away.

Anywho He's back at work and I'm on my own again. I thought Monday would never get here. Everything is back to normal. Thank the Goddess!

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Day 1 Of My Incarceration

My first day of incarceration, against my will. I woke up this morning at 8:30 to the smell of gasoline in the house. Just lovely, right? David was changing the oil in his truck and cleaned his hands with it. The odor woke me from a deep sleep and I nearly gagged. He's sitting in the media room watching Goddess knows what on TV. It's a Syfy movie of some sort with a LOW budget and has no less than three porn nymphets looking to break into the real world of acting biz. Yeah.

Anywho, I'm sitting here in the living room so he won't bother me while I blog, read and surf the net. Otherwise, I'm trying to stay sane this week and the only way to do it and not be charged with murder, is to find little hiding places around the house. If need be, I'll steal my own car that I shouldn't drive because of the painkillers, but if I have to, I'll drive to the park nearby and hide there for an hour or two, maybe five.

Why Me!

Yeah, this is how I look and feel right now. David just told me his week long vacation starts on Monday. yay!   
Anywho, I am in the throws of WTF. I need to make a looooooong list of shit for him to do in order to stay out of my way and above all not bother me. Maybe pulling weeds. Otherwise, I may have to invest in duct tape and lots and lots of rope.
NO!!!  REALLY!!!
I'm not kidding here. I am totally serious about this.

If the sexy beast asks me just once where do I want this or that item put, I WILL HURT HIM, bad, and it won't be pretty. Also, there will not be any daytime crap TV. Just sayin . . .