Max is such a little shit. I'll say it. That little ball of fur has wreaked havoc all over my Grandma's house. Potty pads? Not for him. Outside? Yeah right. If I place him directly on the potty pad and say, "go potty" he looks at me, sits down, and does nothing more. This persists for about 15 minutes. I finally give up. And right when I let him get off the potty pad, he squats 6 inches from the area. SERIOUSLY? He is fairly good in my apartment about doing this. But WOW, I come home and this is what I get? Geez.
Also, I chopped my hair off. And the color is awful. I know it doesn't seem like a big deal, but my hair is a big deal. I love my hair. I always change it. And I think it put its sassy pants on and said, "no more."
That's really all I have. I'm still in Illinois and listening to the thunder rumbling outside. Tornado watches and warnings all over the place. Yeesh! Time to go look at all the cool clouds.
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