Boone and Gizmo are in so much trouble today! She CONSTANTLY instigates sh*t, he gets wound up and forgets he is 5X her size, then she winds up screaming in pain and I’m ready to throttle them both!
Worse, I asked Randy to open the oven, peek at the rack of ribs to see if they’re done. So instead, he grabs them dumps all the water out on my oven door & the oven floor, which also contains lots of grease. Takes them to the sink complains about it and then isn’t able to put them back in the oven because he can’t figure out how to open the door. putting them down somewhere so he could open it is not in his wheelhouse. So he walked out and it’s all my fault. I hate living here, and I hate my life. Sorry, but it’s a fact almost 20 years of loneliness, no friends, no family, no life. I just hope it’s over SOON.