So I’m still here, I haven’t blogged in a few days. I have a lovely bruise on my back from a few day ago. I must say I could have prevented that one though. I was already in bed the other night and he yelled at me from the living room until I woke up. He literally woke me up to come in there and plug him in a movie because he didn’t want to get up out of his chair to do it. I came in there and did it but told him he needed to get his lazy fat ass up and do it himself. A little too big for my britches but it felt good, even though he through a coffee cup at me and hit my back. That one was worth it. Another little event, one of my sweet puppies died this past weekend. My heart is broken. I have had two dogs and one of them had four puppies a few days after my daughter got on that plane. Needless to say I totally attached myself to all of them and kept them all. Max got sick on Saturday and passed away on Sunday. I have decorating nothing for Christmas this year. It just doesn’t feel the same without my daughter here. I know I sound like I’m living in pity city right now and maybe I am. My life sounds like a bad country song right now. I’ve got to get out of this slump I’m in right now because as far as I’m concerned, Christmas can go suck an egg this year.