OK well my niece Tia (Jess's furbaby) went in to get her nails trimmed and had the funny juice and everything-she came out fine and is all a twitter in the colder weather I am sure.....(I must say I love this dogs personality, she is very much her own and her mother, if you know what I mean). So you know what that means..............time is up and my deal is over. I have to call my father.
Many of you may think that this would be easy, but it is not. I am in one of the situations where it has been so long you don't know what to say-so suggestions are appreciated.......
Keep in mind (which my mother so quickly reminded me this past weekend) that the last time I really, really spoke to him and had a conversation was in 2002 and that ended with a "F*&@" you.
You can see how great we have gotten along since the age of 16........
PS-Many of you may think that is harsh-and given my age (22) sure it was immature sure. But there was allot of hurt, anger and bitterness in that one word.
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