"I could complain, but nobody would listen..."

...that is why I blog.

Today has been a pretty awful day.  It sort of reminds me of the song by Shania Twain that goes...

Honey I'm home and I had a hard day.

Pour me a cold one

 And oh, by the way,

Rub my feet

Give me something to eat

Cuz hey, honey I'm home.

 The only flaw being that HOME is where all the hard day happened.  

I'm ready to go back to work!  

For the selfish purposes of venting, and hopefully feeling better after, here's my day:

Alarm goes off.

Sleep 30 minutes past alarm.

Wake up to this....

 

Thank you, dogs.

Go to let dogs outside.

The rope is wrapped around my car tire.

I step in doggie-doo trying to get the rope out.

To no avail.

Grab my keys to move car.

Tie up dog.

 Notice that his food which was left out from earlier is crawling with ants.

So I kick the food out before dog can start in.

Which I'm certain has garnered some looks 

from neighbors or 

businesses located close by

who may have already been alerted to my mood towards said dogs

Since windows are open.

(note....I was not teasing my dog with food only to kick it out away from him.)

(I was keeping him from eating ants.)

(Besides, he's already eaten our leftover supper.)

So I spray the ants off the sidewalk 

And the doggie-doo off my shoes

And head back inside to get ready for my work day.

Which was wonderful, I'd like to say.

Until I received text messages from my kids that they were finding chicken bones hidden in the cushions of the couch.

Cool.

So now I'm home.

And I have some furniture to vacuum.

But I wanted to complain about it first.  

Thank you.