While I've had numerous topics to blog about, I couldn't will myself to do so. (Fort Hood, for example. What the fuck?)
And while I've been making a concerted effort not to cuss as much (both in real life and on my blog), for today (or this week in general) the word, "fuck" seems to fit so perfectly into how I'm feeling.
You know how when you stub your toe, for example, and the only appropriate words to release the pain and anger you feel are, "Oh, FUCK!"? Yeah, that's me. And I have a few stubbed toes.
Long story short: My husband has an AWOL soldier that said he would turn himself in the day he kills Scout. Scout is in the field this week. Guess who gets to deal with this lunatic should he make good on his promise and show up at our door? Me (don't worry, I'm ready for him). But seriously, that's a heavy fucking burden.
And tonight. Daisy attacked my friend's dog. When I say, "attacked", I mean that had I gotten outside any later, he wouldn't have made it to the emergency room - where he currently is.
So I'm considering taking the day off tomorrow to have her euthanized. I wish you could know how painful that is to even type. And proof read. Fuck.
It's been a hell of a week. Tears are flowing. Fuck, fuck, fuck.