In which I am apparently not allowed a social life
Marsha Klein came round for a drink this evening. During the course of the evening Rosa a) crapped on my lap and b) bit Marsha. Someone, I'm not sure who (although it wasn't Marsha or I) crapped on the hall carpet.
Gah. God knows what will happen if I ever get a boyfriend.
Gah. God knows what will happen if I ever get a boyfriend.
Labels: bleeding pests
posted by GreatSheElephant at 3:16 PM
2 Comments:
try dating one of those Furry guys who thinks he's a cat.
Aww, it was lovely to meet the girls - Rosa is such a beauty. Any guy put off by that would not be worth having.
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