So, Friday my friend Charity came over.
She had a cracked tooth and we had to track down a dentist. The dentist was all the way in Renton.
So we get lost getting there.
Pebbles, her new vicious pit bull pukes in the car. ( And actually he is kind of aggressive, which worries me, because Charity can't train her puppy, how is she going to train her dog?)
Anyways, we find the dentist and the dentist numbs her mouth too much, so she's drooling all over.
Then we have to go to downtown Seattle to get some money from her "grandpa".
We get lost.
We go to the laundry mat because we had to clean the blanket's Pebbles puked on.
Then we got to my Grandma Pam's.
Pebbles and Muffins poop and pee in her apartment and when Charity was cleaning her ear the end of the Q-tip falls into her ear. (Except it really didn't.)
So, we head to the emergency room.
I almost fall and bash my head on a fence, but don't, just scrap my hand.
All the nurses and doctors think we're on drugs. There's no Q-tip in her ear.
We get back to Grandma's at about four in the morning.
Have to cram ourselves onto a small single person bed.
With the dogs.
Didn't get a ton of sleep.
Woke up the next day and decide to go pick up Charity's boyfriend. Harold. >.<
There the dog's rip up a stuffed animal and get stuffing everywhere.
We go to Wendy's, and Harold throws a fit like a 5 year old saying he wants to go to Mcdonald's.
So we go.
And He want's a frapchino and Charity says, "no, you've been up for seven days, blah, blah, blah."
Long story short, we go back to Terry's he pours water in her van and slashes her tire.
We call the cops.
They convince Harold's brothers to fix the car. Once the cops are gone they don't.
We call the cops again.
One cop helps us drive a few blocks away on a flat tire.
We get stuck in Sea-tac for five hours.
The one time I need my mom and her cell phone is dead.
A few people help us out, one guy gives a tire, another helps put it on.
The dogs poop all over the inside of the car.
Okay, so the next day Harold comes over to my grandma's apartment, we call the cops again.
She's suppose to get restraining order today.
And NOW he's telling my grandma that I'm putting thoughts in Charity's head.
He's an abusive p***k and I can't stand him.
He has no right to call my family.
And he's my family. Sooooooooooo Jerry Springer....
 Desi the fuzzy fluffhead · Tue Aug 24, 2010 @ 12:34am · 1 Comments |
