So my boyfriend is on a camping trip with one of his clients, (special needs,) and our dog got a deep cut on her paw that I've been taking care of. She need certain meds at certain times and I have issues with insomnia.

So since he's been gone I've been having our puppy sleep with me in bed with her "Cone of Shame," on, because she's so frickin smart she figures out how to get it off if she's not being watched, (she figured out if the rubs the latch on something long enough it will unlatch. Such a brat). She doesn't like it so she constantly hits me in the face with it throughout the night!

So I finally lightly sleep at like 7 am, while being hit in the face by my spoiled princess.

Deep sleep at around 10 am.

And then it happened.

My evil.... sadistic.... horrible boyfriend decided..... to call me at 11 am to tell me he caught a catfish.

I hate him. He's been gone 2 days and that's the first and only time I had gotten to sleep.

56 hours with maybe.... MAYBE and hour of sleep.

Asshole.