Something Of My Very Own

Do YOU have it? Something of your very own, that noone comes and infringes on? That noone comes and touches, moves or takes. That noone feels they can freely run up and manhandle? I don't.

We got a puppy last sunday, which is why I haven't been blogging, I've been pretty busy with our little baby. And I LOVE her.

When I write that I don't have something of my own, it is because Steve has excessively had friends over ~again. They come in {with out knocking} they grab the puppy {offering unsolicited advice} I mean it's not like I have had 3 dogs before this, eat, drink, fart, burp and piss all over the toilets, when ever they like.

I'm not going to go into this {I do it over and over} but I am truely sick of their faces, their names, and them touching my shit. But the icing on the cake was this morning when I had the puppy out trying to pee and poopie when I saw his cousing 'rounding the house for his gas cap! UGH the nerve. Is nothing sacred, nothing alone time, nothing mine?