In The Dog House
I really thought I knew her. I do know her…for over 4 1/2 years. But yet…I feel I don’t know her at all.
I found out the hard way. I found her passed out on the couch, all spread eagle like a common floosie. Maybe she’s drunk…I don’t know how..we don’t even have alcohol in the house. Maybe she was with that dirty dog down the street.
And to thing we named her
What will I tell the kids?