So I am sitting in the fucking ER ready to blow my savings on a god damn rabies sequence because a mother fucking dog attacked and killed my little bischon poodle at the God damn park in front of my 9 year old on Christmas Eve.
My dog was leashed. Attacker was clearly a pet, collar, well fed, well groomed. No owner visible.
I don’t even know how to feel. Mostly counting my blessings
I should’ve put my son in the car and called 911 while we watche’d him kill my dog.
Oh no!! I’m so sorry!!!
Holy shit, I am so sorry. And so, so pissed on your behalf.
Oh shit, I’m not even gonna post my little nonsense now. My heart goes out to you and your family.
That’s just awful. No other words. Just awful.
I’m sorry. Probably too much for minirants. But I didn’t feel up to taking responsibility for a while thread
I’m glad you brought it here and that in a small way we could be here for you. We’ll keep being here. I wouldn’t want anyone being all alone with what you’re having to deal with.
Jesus, @MandaJo I am so sorry. Your poor kid, too.
This is a big part of why I’m so upset with him. Is “STAY THE FUCK HOME” really just that difficult?
Oh shit that’s horrible. 
So sorry, MandaJo.
I just can’t even imagine. I’m so very sorry.
So sad for everyone. Just awful, I am so sorry.
Thank you everyone. Today has been surreal. It’s like three separate things to deal with: loss of little floofy happy dog, the horror of watching it happen, and my concern/sympathy for my son.
It’s like I could process any one of those, but as soon as I sort of put one away, the other pops out.
MandaJo, so sorry for your troubles. Hope your son will be all right.
Okay, Our Generation? If you’re going to sell a toy ice cream truck with a ton of accessories, could you maybe set it up so it can be unpacked without risk of destroying it? American Girl – your main competitor, remember? – puts accessories in plastic bags that a child – your target audience! – could open. It should not take three adults, in shifts, cutting zipcords and peeling off invisible tape and pulling plastic straps, to get it functional. And what, did you save half a cent per unit by ordering those “Press here!” stickers that may be permanently embedded, instead of the kind of that pull off in one go?
I get that you want it to be impervious to shoplifters. I also get that your stuff is mostly sold brick-and-mortar, so you want people to see everything that’s included. But how about displaying it in a box with a clear plastic window? Or put the whole thing in a clear plastic clamshell? I kept thinking, “This is why my parents never put anything together for me; this is why they told me ‘Assembling it is part of the fun!’”
Why am I getting fucking notifications every time my phone blocks spam? The whole fucking point of blocking spam is to minimize disruption to my life.
Very minor, in the grand scheme of things: Tuesday I took one of my cats to the vet for his long overdue mandatory rabies shot. Ever since he’s been home his brother has been treating him like an intruder, hissing at him and chasing him. I’ve seen this before (something about having been at the vet makes a cat smell “off”) but it usually doesn’t last more than a day or two. I’m hoping it stops soon, because they both come up on the bed at night and it can get a bit disruptive.
Very very mini. Taco Bell left the meat off my Nacho Fries Bell Grande. At least they also left off the tomatoes, which I did ask to have omitted.
Anytime you modify anything, always check it. You just blew the cooks’ rhythm all to heck and recovery takes time.
I don’t like ketchup on burgers, so I will order burgers without ketchup. Once in a while, my burger comes out right, but the majority of the time, its not only wrong, its really wrong.
Our rule with dying cats is that they get whatever they want, when they want it. Today, Mom was pouring milk into a bowl of cereal and Sick Kitty started begging for some. SK has enjoyed a small drink of cream now and then, so I told Mom it was ok to pour a little milk into his bowl. Poor SK seemed to enjoy it, but ended up puking. No more dairy for SK 
I bought a cheeseburger at Carl’s Jr. on my way into work yesterday. I finished eating it at about 2:30 pm.
That’s the last food that has successfully entered my stomach. Today I called in sick, and I’m in the ER trying to see if I can get to the bottom of this shit.
After my tummy was X-rayed, I was feeling pretty okay, so I got cocky and pulled a 3-ounce slug of water out of a bottle I brought with me. Fortunately, I also brought the large drink cup from Carl’s. Because that’s there that water ended up. They’re going to try and see if they can put me through a barium swallow, but I’m not sure if my inability to actually swallow will interfere with that.
Ugh. Good luck.
Not only does my phone notify me of every single spam text message, but AT&T has apparently been counting each blocked message against my plan. I know they’re trying to get me to upgrade, but at this rate they’re going to succeed in driving me to another carrier. I’ve been with them since they were BellSouth Mobility DCS, for fuck’s sake. It’s time for a change. (And if these damn spammers keep trying to contact ‘Lashada’ at my number, I’ll have to change that too. 
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