Read A Book, Asshole.

I took my dog to the vet.
I came home with my dog...plus three cats.
The veterinarian, who is supposed to love and SAVE the lives of animals, was going to put them to sleep if no one took them.
So I took them, eye infections and all. I have to doctor their eyes twice a day and one of them has a mysterious "fungus" on its tail. Fungus probably translates to "the mange" but it's fixed now.
And who cares if it never grows back. You never know when the rat tail will come back in style.
I named ol' bald tail "Boo" and my boyfriend asked if I meant Boo as in the term black people use to which I replied "Boo Radley. Read a book, asshole".
I've been cursing him a good bit lately. It could have something to do with the fact that I'm having to compete with his other mistress, deer hunting. I will be glad when hunting season is over.
It's like competing with a really ugly chick and not being able to understand why you're still not being picked when you so clearly have a better rack.
I guess a rack with two points is always overlooked for one with eight.