Forget I said that

It's tough being an extrovert. I mean, you know, life can be hard. Sometimes there just aren't any people around and you have to be alone. Like, by yourself. With no one to talk to. And it sucks.

My life is hard today. I work basically by myself, and I drive home by myself, and then tonight my husband (the introvert, the one who likes to be alone) had somewhere to be. He's playing D&D with the guys. And yes, I could have gone. But it's not so much fun to watch other people play a game.

And so I stayed home by myself and moped. Poor me.

I was forced, forced I tell you, to watch Private Practice on TV and to play fetch with the dog (the one who actually understands fetch, not the one would rather play "fetch once and then eat the ball," or socks, in this case.)

And it was absolutely necessary for me to blog about my poor little life and to use sentences that contain a conjunction, quotation marks, parenthesis, and commas to make the sentence more complicated than anyone cares to read.

And now I hear a weird sound outside. I hope these aren't the last words I'll ever type before someone breaks in and kills me dead. I wouldn't be worried except I'm here alone. Maybe I shouldn't put that on the internet - that I'm here alone.

Let this be a warning to all you would-be murderers - I have two very fierce (looking) dogs that would love to scare the crap out of you with their barks and then lick you to death.

Also, my big bad husband just came home and he'll totally kill you if you kill me first. On that note, I gotta go spend time with my hubby.

Later!