I feel like I am stuck in a bad vacation…
Home is a place where you feel comfortable. You come in from work and take off your shoes, sit on the sofa and watch a little television, or read a book. Perhaps its because we are still moving, but this place just feels like a crappy vacation where you have to go to work.
The interrogations suck. The constant “well it wasn’t my dog, must be your dog” is getting old.
Can i skip til next week, maybe then it will be a little better?
