Serendipity_
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I need a bloody hug 
I do want sympathy and I want it bloody now 
My boy dog Reuben had the snip today. He is my favourite little man in the world and he really is a mothers little boy. Well, anyway, he's home and when we got back, he was bleeding everywhere from his wound. So, getting motherly, I took him straight back to the vets, in tears, and they checked him over. He's fine, just had some blood from his empty sack. But he's all poorly at home, lying on me, not drinking, eating though (nothing changes) and wilmpering every so often. I feel like bloody picking him up and hugging him, but he's a big heavy Rottweiler so I just let him hug me instead. I keep checking him to see if he is still breathing.
AND!!!
The OH has gone to watch Worcester Warriors play rugby tonight with his dad and brother. I mean, I'm pregnant. That hasn't really got anything to do with it, but surely, he'd want to keep his mobile safe because anything could happen to me. And, his dog is poorly so he should have his phone to just even drop a text to ask how either of us are doing. But does he? NO, he leaves his phone at home.
I was so annoyed, I cried for about fifteen minutes. Slightly exaggerating, but never mind
AND!!!
My OH's little brother is 17. His mother is quite a snotty cow, his stepmum shops at Waitrose, his dad is up his own arse sometimes too, so you know the drill. Anyway, the lad is nothing like me and the OH: he's not really down to earth. He come to my house earlier, I didn't let him in the living room because I didn't want him and OH's dad unsettling my dogs, so they were in the hall. OH smokes in the house, not no more as I'm pregnant, but if I am downstairs and he's upstairs, he'll have a fag. And we've got two dogs.. Two Rottweilers, not two Pugs, so my house does generally smell of dog. I don't notice it, my friends and my family don't notice it, and I don't think its bad but his little brother was walking down stairs with his coat covering his nose. Something clicked inside me:
"IF YOU'RE GOING TO COVER YOUR NOSE UP AT MY HOUSE, GET DOWN THOSE STAIRS AND GET OUT AND DON'T COME BACK"
I was fuming. Cheeky little craphead. I am going to tell OH that his little brother is never coming round again. How dare he.
Anyway, I feel better now
I do want sympathy and I want it bloody now My boy dog Reuben had the snip today. He is my favourite little man in the world and he really is a mothers little boy. Well, anyway, he's home and when we got back, he was bleeding everywhere from his wound. So, getting motherly, I took him straight back to the vets, in tears, and they checked him over. He's fine, just had some blood from his empty sack. But he's all poorly at home, lying on me, not drinking, eating though (nothing changes) and wilmpering every so often. I feel like bloody picking him up and hugging him, but he's a big heavy Rottweiler so I just let him hug me instead. I keep checking him to see if he is still breathing.
AND!!!
The OH has gone to watch Worcester Warriors play rugby tonight with his dad and brother. I mean, I'm pregnant. That hasn't really got anything to do with it, but surely, he'd want to keep his mobile safe because anything could happen to me. And, his dog is poorly so he should have his phone to just even drop a text to ask how either of us are doing. But does he? NO, he leaves his phone at home.
I was so annoyed, I cried for about fifteen minutes. Slightly exaggerating, but never mind AND!!!
My OH's little brother is 17. His mother is quite a snotty cow, his stepmum shops at Waitrose, his dad is up his own arse sometimes too, so you know the drill. Anyway, the lad is nothing like me and the OH: he's not really down to earth. He come to my house earlier, I didn't let him in the living room because I didn't want him and OH's dad unsettling my dogs, so they were in the hall. OH smokes in the house, not no more as I'm pregnant, but if I am downstairs and he's upstairs, he'll have a fag. And we've got two dogs.. Two Rottweilers, not two Pugs, so my house does generally smell of dog. I don't notice it, my friends and my family don't notice it, and I don't think its bad but his little brother was walking down stairs with his coat covering his nose. Something clicked inside me:
"IF YOU'RE GOING TO COVER YOUR NOSE UP AT MY HOUSE, GET DOWN THOSE STAIRS AND GET OUT AND DON'T COME BACK"
I was fuming. Cheeky little craphead. I am going to tell OH that his little brother is never coming round again. How dare he.
Anyway, I feel better now
what a cheeky twerp 
But OH is very protective of him 
Don't know why, he's so damn rude. OH went running back to mommy's last Friday after an argument between us (very very mature, obviously) and his little brother told everyone 
