I’m so glad it’s Friday. But today started with the usual chaos–Kyle disrespecting other people’s sleep rights, EJ dragging his feet like school will wait for him to get there, and Ari yelling and slamming her door at Kyle. I was minding my business in my room, waiting for Kyle to get his shoes, until it reached critical mass. So I laid down the law: “Y’all better get it together and figure it out amongst yourselves cause nobody likes it when I start trippin.” They didn’t listen.
Kyle starts that whining sound that sends shockwaves up my spine, more yelling, more slamming, the boy didn’t put on his shoes like I told him, EJ still wasn’t dressed, and before I knew it, she was out. It was like an out of body experience watching her descend the stairs with purpose, saying “I’m sick of this stupid blank noise disrupting my quiet time! It’s too early in the morning for me to be talking to people, and you dirty,lazy,triflin,nasty (like it was one word) heathens KEEP dancing on my nerve like I ain’t tell you to shut it up already! Look at this house. You got time to argue and slam MY doors with my kitchen looking like this, people gotta go to work, AND nobody’s ready?! SHUT IT UP!!”
Ari had the nerve to come out talking about this is too much at 8:00 in the morning. Who she tellin? “You take your lazy blank back in that room I let you stay in and get something on your mind. And don’t be slamming my door cause if I don’t lock mine, nobody in here gets to lock theirs and put Kyle out no day! It’s time for work. Get some! Now clean something and shut up!”
Kyle tried that whining crap again talking about Ari wouldn’t let him in, but I shut him down: “You keep making that sound and I’ma burn your tail up with that dog leash.” He had on shoes by now, was working on that coat. My mother keeps asking why he has to go to work if I’m at home, and I thought it was obvious–we cannot share the same space in my down time. Somebody would get hurt. He’s a man most days, but that baby crap creeps in and I lose my mind. Hate that sound.
Anyway, speaking of the dog leash, this fool took it upon himself to work the planks in the fence until he pried a few loose and escaped. Now I looked for him that day, but he was gone. I hoped he found a good home cause I’m not a fan of white dogs, he was kind of given to me, I only felt sorry for him, and he was terrible. Tore up stuff, stole stuff and ran, too hype, too fluffy, and the bamma tore up my 6-foot privacy fence in sections. You know how much that’s gonna cost to replace? Plus I prefer my dogs big, black, and imposing, sorta like I prefer my men. Call me prejudiced.
But just to be sure, I went online and saw his dumb tail at the pound, and I said if it didn’t cost me, I would go get him. Well, he’s still there. I’m having a real, real hard time making myself spend this money on THAT. I could fill up my truck with 93, make a big pot of spaghetti, and fry some chicken! These dirty little ungrateful boys keep asking if I can get him. I’m seriously trying to see if I get sad without him here, like they seem to be. I’m doing swell. For real, I just paid the mortgage. This was not a good week for somebody I don’t like that much to go to jail. I’m pensive. What have they done for me lately?
I know some of you feel sorry for him/them, so I decided while composing this thought that you could put your money where your mouth is–I have some full-size Scentsy warmers, fragrance bars, and room sprays you could purchase, and all proceeds will go to the Free Caine/Give a Boy a Best Friend fund. Call me if you’re interested in helping out. They said I have until Saturday to claim him. Stay tuned…
From the Mind of: Tonya D. Floyd
I’m not crazy, I’m just special.
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