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Okay, I got some of my crap done. The rest can wait until later. I had to tell you two things.

1. I drove by the "B" Mc Donald's today and noticed that people would walk up to the door, look at the "B" rating, then proceed to enter the building. WTF? Do they think that the "B" stands for "Best" or "Blue Ribbon Quality"? Do these people not care about cleanliness, quality or ratings? Apparently not. Yuck.
   
2. Phillip asked what the "B" in the Mc Donald's window was for. I told him that it was the new letter on McDonald's report card. Now he calls it "Bc Dognald's"... too appropriate!
   
3. My mom called me this morning. She said that she would take Dakota, if we really felt the need to give her a safer home. Please understand a few things: My mom loves animals about as much as my husband, which is not at all. My mom also had to put her own dog to sleep after it attacked my oldest son, about two months ago. I'm not sure what is driving my mom to offer her home for Dakota, but it is about the sweetest thing I've ever witnessed her do. I called Daniel to tell him about the miraculous offer. Do you know what he said? "Well, let's no be hasty. If she gets hurt again, then we'll give her to your mom" Another WTF moment. He doesn't even like the damn dog! Was he being serious that he wanted to wait until Dakota got hurt again? That's like saying, "Let's wait until Daniel Jr. gets attacked by another dog and then we'll teach him about dog safety and keep him away from dogs."

Am I right or wrong? I'm going to pack Dakota's belongings up, cry some tears, talk to the kids about it and then take her down to my mom. It is the right thing to do for Dakota and my mom, since we are the reason she lost her own pet. Oh shitballs, that was three things. Oh well, consider it a bonus!

It's gonna be a rough day, show me some love by clicking here, please.