For anyone else who is as idiotic as the secretary at my appointment this morning.
Random people keep asking, “What are you doing for the 4th?” (Because my life is their business and it’s unAmerican if I don’t say grillin’ drinkin’ and blowing 💩 up)
I say, “I’ll be telling my cat she isn’t going to die as she cowers behind the toilet.”
The secretary:”Oh, yea, mah dogs FREAK out I aughta put them in the basement cause they try to dig out of their pen, but the cats…Huh. Maybe I aughta bring them in. I bet they’re shittin’ themselves.”