Fat Butterscotch
June 7th 2011 21:00
My husband is putting on weight.
“He’s not allowed outside,” said Brett.
“Have the boys made any friends with the animals at the boarding house?” I asked.
“There’s just a Labrador there. Butterscotch doesn’t like him.”
“What about Gingersnap?”
“He doesn’t mind. He’s like, ‘Oh, there’s a big white thing here.’ He’s very easy going.”
“Would Butterscotch fight the dog?”
“Maybe.”
All this talk is depressing me. Meanwhile, Brett and I are still homeless. I have less than three weeks to vacate. I am so sick of renting.
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