dear oil in my hair diary,
my pickles are done and canned and everything. i couldn't be happier. i have all different sizes of jars. i hope they all seal- but then why wouldn't they. i sealed them. i am now ready for bed. the grump has a doctor appointment today and i am making the unibomber take him. it's not that the grump minds going to the vet, i took the kids- so he can take the grump this time. i do the shots and i took becky last time, WHICH IS SUCH A CHORE, because she insists on being carried on the tile floor. she wont even put her paws on it. i wouldn't either- the pissy shit. my whole house smells like a hot dog now- with pickles. good night polka dot heads. going to the bubbly later. i know it will be safe there.