I'm back in school as of today, going for that accounting master's and CPA.
Summer classes are month-long crash courses on subjects I don't know much about. As you can imagine, when I'm not in class, I'm studying like crazy.
The dogs are doing their level best to help me. Fail, that is.
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| "Lady! Drop that book and let us out! Posthaste!" |
OK, fine, we'll go outside for a little while.
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| "My piercingly shrill whining will continue until you throw my toy." |
Go play by yourself. Please. I have to read two textbook chapters
a day.
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| This is why someday Star will be diagnosed with skin cancer. |
Okay, dogs! It's like 100 zillion degrees out here, the textbook pages are damp with sweat, and my notepad has spontaneously burst into flames. Can we
please go back inside?
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| "'Scuse me, I have to smell your ugly shirt... while you're wearing it." |
I'm begging you guys, please go play in another room. I need quiet, I have to study.
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"HAI! I tore up this toy and now I have to PEE!!
Can we go outside?!? BTW, there's toy all over the carpet." |
*sob sob sob*
