stephanie is: 
ehn…
there is so much dog crap out back it is embarassing. i just tried to scoop it to a reasonable level but i couldn’t use the dog scoop – it wasn’t made for my little hands. not a problem since it is danny’s job, but i don’t know the last time he did it because of the crappy weather. i ended up using a spade till my legs were shaking, my hands were numb and kept getting shit on them, and the trash bag was so full i thought it was going to rip. the poo was like slush texture on a 3″ thick layer of ice. if i thought i had any appetite today it is certainly gone now. i got half of it, but really you can’t even tell so what was the point. as i just cleaned the cat boxes last night, i have seen my share of shit for a while.
i made some instant cider but it tastes like ass.
danny has a new and improved job with a hosting company that is just branching out here from texas. on sunday he will be leaving for a week of training. i will be quite lonely, but i guess i should get used to it. he is requesting the second shift (3-11pm) because it pays 5% more. if/when i get a full time job i will not see him awake except on weekends. if it were my decision, i wouldn’t be able to choose money over seeing him, but he is more sensible. i am happy to have a great alarm system and two guard doggies to help me feel safe while he is gone, but i will surely be climbing up the walls by weeks-end.
he will at least be home before our 2-year anniversary on the 17th.
i am in a pretty shitty mood, yes.