I will try not to make this too long and bore you with too many details but I want you to know a little piece of info about me before you read on. I am a HUGE animal lover. I adopted my dog Roscoe from a boxer rescue. He was 2, he was 40lbs, scarred up, missing lots of hair, had been used as a bait dog (look that up if you don't know what it means) and heartworm positive. I could have gotten a brand new puppy but I wanted to help a dog who deserved a home.

Oh last week was just so nice, quiet, no bitching, no fighting between SO and I all until 4pm yesterday. And she's back. SO and I talked before he went to get her, for him to go over OUR house rules on the way here so that in case she forgot while being at BM's. To remind her our house is not a trampoline, we don't bounce on everything, we don't touch walls, we do not touch Accorn2L's ipad, laptop, or any of her work items.

I've been enjoying this skid free week so much that when someone said happy hump day to me I almost cried a little on the inside. She will be back on Sunday at 4 and I'm already starting to get that sinking feeling in my stomach. SO has been awesome this week, friendly, attentive, helpful around the house, but I know when she comes back I will turn into megabitch (that's my transformers name) and he will return back to Daaaaaaddddddddyyyyy with his blinders on.

Ok that is all, just needed to vent that for a moment.

SD8 went back to BM yesterday at 4, Praise the Lord! Last night my BD11 and SO and I watched a cute movie BD11 picked out, we chilled, and everyone was so happy. No pissing on the toilet either! We all got up this morning and enjoyed a nice stress free morning, no SD8 up at 4:30 screaming Daaddddyyyy every 15 minutes! Ahhhhhh I can breathe! It's going to be a beautiful day in the neighborhood my friends...well at least until Sunday at 4pm but let's not think about that right now! Happy Monday friends!!!!