Sadie Says...

I'm doing okay, a little sore and sleepy but wanted to pop in and say thanks for all the nice thoughts you sent my way!

Sadie Says...

"Grrr...I have to have an operation!"


Please keep my snarky little bitch in your thoughts and prayers (if you do that sort of thing). Sadie's enzyme levels in her liver are elevated again, and we've exhausted all medication/supplement methods the vets can explore. A biopsy is the next step.

My poor little girl.

I'll keep you posted - should know something by Friday at the latest.

Sadie Says...

Have a fabulous fucking Friday!

I say, have one too!


This has been one helluva week...I'm wondering when Weekend Cocktails are appropriate? At 10:00 a.m. on Friday?

Sadie Says...

"Have a fabulous fucking Friday!"

Jeez. I just stopped by Tornwordo's blog and noticed his cuss meter and thought, "18%? I can outcuss him!" (Sorry, T - my competitive side rears its head)

So I typed in the URL for this pinkness I call my blog, and scored ZERO fucking percent!

What the hell are they smoking? Crack? My underwear? Dog food?

(Just for the record, I have never, ever smoked crack in my life. I'm this way by nature.)

So I decided I must insert one cuss word per day, just to get that percentage up. Today's word: fuck. It's an easy one. I would like to move on to other words, but fuck is so entertaining for me to say. Fuck fuck fuck.

I may be up to 3% by now!

In other news, I am looking at a laptop purchase so that while I am gone on business travel in May and in June, I can still play WoW. Dell has a WoW laptop they are quite proud of ($3,000???? Are THEY smoking crack? and why isn't the Horde faction laptop more expensive? heh) but I am opting for something less, er, fancy. Any suggestions?

Look at this. It's beef flavored.

Sadie Says...

"I Quit!"

The snarky little bitch we all know and love has turned into a clingy, overly sensitive cur who is scared out of her wits by the beeping sound of (a) my new stove when I set the bake temp or timer, (b) the refrigerator when I keep it open too long, and (c) the alarm system when I set it or turn it off.

I even programmed the alarm system not to beep every time a door was opened.

I don't know what to do. This morning, at five a.m., it took 25 minutes to get her to come back inside. She has to wear her collar now because I'm afraid she will climb the fence if I turn my head (she can climb a baby gate).

And I got about 4 decent hours of sleep last night.

Sigh. I wonder if she will react this way forever???

Sadie Says...

"WoW. It's got her again."

I've got a fever, baby, and the only cure is more WoWbell.

I was trying to find a screen shot of my mage (spec'd arcane/fire, I refuse to go back to frost just yet), but I couldn't find any of me using my powers on any mobs. Just shots of conversations, which while amusing to me, wouldn't make any sense out of context. And it still wouldn't explain the draw the game has for me. I'm not even your typical gamer - never really understood why people spend hours "doing that shit" until I got sucked into it myself. You would have to get on and play for yourself to know why, and play for longer than just a day or two.

I guess it's one of those "you had to be there" type things. I still say Mo should get her Sims-playing butt on with me but that's selfish, and somewhat like the addict wanting company so she shares her pills with her friends.

So anyway, I'm not abandoning the blog. I'm just trying to get my mage to 70 is all. I'm on a mission. I'm a woman obsessed. Whatever.

Sadie Says...

"Shut the fuck up, I'm still asleep!"


I hate Daylight Savings Time. Hate it. It's not normal and what the hell good does it do anyway? And while we're at it, I think that little bitch is a bit lazy. No Word of the Day, Bitches this week or last. She's back in bed. I have to get up and get ready.

I believe I will just reject the whole DST thing. It's not 7:14 a.m., it's 6:14 and I should still be asleep. That's it, I'm setting my clocks back. See you all in a couple of hours...

Sadie Says...

"Have a fabulous fucking Friday!"












"I'll take that as a compliment!"

Word of the day, bitches: bitch

1. a female dog
2. a malicious, unpleasant, selfish person, esp. a woman
3. a complaint
4. anything unpleasant
5. the author of this blog


(Hey now, you snarky little canine!)

Learn it, know it, live it. Just don't be one. Or if you are, don't bitch to me if someone jack-slaps your bitchy-ass face.


Have a fabulous fucking Friday, bitches. Peace out.

Sadie Says

"Have A Fabulous Fucking Friday!"










Who are you looking at???

Word of the day, bitches: dumbfuck

1) an extreme dumbass
2) an extreme dumbass
3) an extreme dumbass
4) the guy who built the laundry room of my house

Learn it. Know it. Live it. Just don't be one. And if you ever add a laundry room onto your house, it's a good idea NOT to use three 90 degree angle elbow pipes within five inches of each other. What a dumbfuck.

Have a great Friday! Don't be a dumbass!

Sadie Says, I Don't Have A Fucking Dictionary!

Alas! My snarky bitch does not have a tome to pour through. And if she had to rely upon me, well, that won't do.











Sadie says, Get me a good word, bitches, and I'll stop begging this so-called Chicken for food!

I will note that none of these dogs miss a meal, or a snack, or any half-snacks I throw them in between.

Sadie is still reluctant to come out of hiding. She thinks Webster is a good pinch-hitter for her.

Amen.

And have a fabulous fucking Friday, babies!