My own fucked up little family.
Welcome to my family:
This one has an eating disorder. It's called THEFOODISALLMINE!!!11ONE! She's like the seagulls in Finding Nemo: MINE?!
This one is afraid of his own shadow. No joke. He flipped out because the snow fell off the roof yesterday. Woke me out of a dead sleep.
This one... has a poopy problem. All diarrhea, all the time. She also used to have vomiting, regurgitation, and she still drinks and pees too much. She's also got a stubborn streak a mile wide. And she stinks.
And then there's me. They still don't know what my deal is.
We're all pretty quirky, me and mine. I spend a fair amount of my time yelling at one or all of them. They're eating me out of house and home, and the dog smell is impossible to completely clear from my room without spending way more time and money on laundry than I actually have at any given time.
But then they do shit like this that makes it impossible to hold a grudge:
We're all pretty quirky, me and mine. I spend a fair amount of my time yelling at one or all of them. They're eating me out of house and home, and the dog smell is impossible to completely clear from my room without spending way more time and money on laundry than I actually have at any given time.
But then they do shit like this that makes it impossible to hold a grudge:
They kinda make it nice to come home after a day like today.
