| SENIOR GRADUATION DAY!
Well, here it is 6:30 a.m. and time to boil up the first tea of the day. Build the foundation for the garden shed, then . . . GRADUATION! (I hope . . . ) Chaos is perfect, when he feels like it. Left turns, while heeling off leash, still upset him though. Stupid dog learned to eat without any problem, why can't he do a simple thing like a left turn? Always forgets his turn signal . . . *click* *click* *click* Goin' to be a busy day, . . . |
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Kevin and Lucy are coming
over for supper, then we are all off to Grad Night and Dance. Oh
God! His Presence is going to his Junior Prom! Suddenly I feel
so old! It will be "Empty Nest" before we know it . . .
*Sniff *
No, Chaos doesn't need any special clothes for the dance. He is perfectly fine with the black and white suit he has worn since birth. |
Is disaster! Is chaos! Is breaking heart! All is in order at Growler Graduation, Comrade Chaos! is leading pack! Two exercises left to do, and what happens? No goodniks at Hydro Quebec . . . allow power failure *pfaff* total darkness! Not even goddam emergency lights in church basement up to the emergency. Dead! Kaput!
Tomorrow is sending all goddam Hydro Quebec to Siberia. Let them burn matches to keep warm! Ptui! M-C lost 3 kg from tension and hard work like paving streets in Novovirosk during Great War of liberation or whatever!
Chaos! in tears! Must
go back next Thursday evening and start over goddam! 
I am going to have a double Vodka and go to bed, Tovarichna or whatever!
Zhiv *hurling self on
floor and crying*
Huh!
I am glad thet the news made your day.
It sort of made Chaos! evening,
too, as he has had his eye on a French Poodle
(very snooty owner/breeder) and when the lights went out he jumped at
the chance to mount an attack. Well, what
sort of a dumb s.o.b., self-proclaimed Poodle "Expert" brings a bitch in
heat to a dog class? She is threatening a paternity suit or
something, but I told her to bugger off. Silly bastard. Should
be on the doggie-pill in any case.
| Chaos! has been lolling around ever since with his tongue hanging out, as though he invented sex! But then, didn't we all think that at his age . . . Well, as for me . . . not exactly at his age . . . rather later, at a Mess party, when this WD told me all about it. It was rather neat to find out what all the chirping and buzzing was all about! |
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