Dear In-Laws, Thank you so much for finally agreeing to come to my house. I know the 30 mile drive is apparently quite difficult for you to make. But, I welcomed the opportunity to cook the holiday feast for you all. It was something I wanted to do for you. However, next time leave your little demon dog at home. He was not invited. After dog sitting that little stinker - during which I spent my time trying to restrain my husband (your son) from hanging him out to dry for repeatedly peeing all over our house, carpet, and furniture, antagonizing our dogs, and generally being an obnoxious pain in the ass - he is no longer welcome in my home. Even for a short visit. Especially after this latest (unexpected, unannounced, unwelcome) visit. It took my husband nearly thirty minutes of cleaning to get the SHIT from his DIRTY ASS off my white chair. The chair in which none of my dogs are allowed to sit. Thank you so much. Next time, leave your little SHIT-zu at home. --
Six years of law school and this is the best we could do:
All whines become the property of Secret Spineless Whine for Amy & Marinka to use and/or reproduce for any purpose. Like a book. Or anything else that pops into their sick little minds. Didn't your father warn you to read the fine print first?