I don’t see anything but, I mean, there must be. How else could I be such a pushover for every living thing on the planet?
It’s not just Popcorn who has me twisted around her little hoof so that I cater to her every whim. It has become abundantly clear lately that I’m a total patsy.
I’ve quit that temporary part-time job of mine twice already. The evening hours stink. The pay stinks. There are absolutely no benefits. Yet I just agreed to continue to work through the end of the year. Why? Because even in this economy they can’t find anyone else willing to do the job! Why? Because it STINKS!
I have got to figure out a way to get this tattoo removed. Laser surgery?
Off to Google…