This hasn't been the best week. Our dog bit me over a prairie dog bone. She didn't break the skin, however, she bruised the joints of my right hand. I take the blame that I should haven't taken it from her when she growled a me. Nevertheless, dogs shouldn't bite their owners. I was ready to get rid of her.
Our baby birds are growing by leaps and bounds. One of the birds fell out of the nest and our dog ate her. Our daughter immediately burst into tears.
I slept later than my husband this morning. I was awakened by the roofers arguing on the roof. I dressed and went out. I am not a morning person. When I was a property manager, I worked with contractors all the time. I took a breath. I walked out and said, " Excuse me, I cannot have you arguing on my roof. In fact, I won't have it." The foreman was sitting in his truck scrolling on your phone. I knocked on his window. He waved me away. The workers were arguing again with pretty foul language. I recorded it on my phone. I had my husband listen to what was being said. My husband told me we needed to get the work done. I smiled, "Darling, they are not working, they are fighting. We don't need them falling off the roof. Please take care of this."
My husband announces to the workers, "Knock it off, my wife is going to make you sit in a circle with graham crackers and juice to discuss your issues."
Things calmed down. I will be glad when this roof project is over. I can't get the things I need to get done
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