The dog is not DYING!!!!! JESUS!!!
Do you all think I am some kind of mafia hit person masquerading as a social worker?
To be fair, my sis took GREAT pleasure in sending me an announcement that my new VA place well a chick just GOT ARRESTED for like murdering 9 vets by a HUGE dose of insulin. She wasn't even like suppose to have ACCESS to meds.
My sis was gloating too, she was mad because she let her 13 year old kid go "protest" with "black lives matter" and I told her she was the worst parent in the world, sort of nicer but not really. She really does suck as a parent. I got the mom gene from my mom (it is why I could only have one kid my mom did not have much "mom" in her) and my sis got the "workaholic" gene. I mean, her kids have to set "dates" with her like lunch dates to see her and crud. Yeah she has a demanding job but she also RUNS MARATHONS.
So she was snitty about that. I emailed back like, "I was hoping to be the calm and collected and not crazy kook at my new job, thanks for that Instagram I would never have known how easy it would be."
Then she sent me the "Low bar for your new unemployment" and I sent her a text that said, "T, I love you, your family, and we are all just going to be JUST fine regardless of social conditions."
She has not responded because you can't be like, "Yeah, I don't think so, dumb social work twit."
LOL so if I AM secretly in the mafia though I am going to like, the right place.
A solution has been like, found. ONLY if that were the only nic on earth and I could not like have it EVER and I had to weigh the like, life time remaining (even in dog years probably less than 7) vs my life years, could I even CONSIDER it, and IDK what I would do.
Flip a coin and see if I could shoot it out of the air? If I could I am definitely a hidden, even from my self mafia social worker and like, the dog dies, but it will be under mysterious circumstances like EVEN from myself. Heh.
Although that dog spent 2 years in the desert LIVING alone. He is a worthy adversary. Even my mom was like, "Yeah, I am betting on the dog."
I was like, 'Thanks a lot, Mom!"
She was like, "Oh come on, now you are on the right meds we know you have a soft, gooey center."
I was like, "I am not QUITE sure how to be insulted by that, exactly, but rest assured that I am indeed INSULTED."
LOL.
Anna