because if you cant sleep for shat, you cant oversleep! crawled into bed last night at a quarter to 12 and the wifes dog jumps on the bed, digs around for a second and then gets quiet... odd i think, so i turn on the light and there she is, pissing on my bed, so of course, being the worlds biggest piece of ****, i pick up the dog by her neck and throw her into the hallway where she apparently continues to piss, because when i chased her into the living room i almost slipped and killed myself... so i threatened to kill the dog, then the wife yelled at me, because i "never take the dog out when she needs to go, so its your fault and dont yell at the dog and stop beating on her" so i said, fine, throw the dog in the laundry room (not literally throw this time).. and the wife gets pissed again because i did that, as i storm back to bed, i throw the pissed on comforter (that we just paid 80 bucks for saturday) onto the floor and proceed to lay down, well in my haste, the dog sprinkled piss all OVER the bed... so i layed my arm in piss, now can you imagine how upset i may be at this point? i yank the sheets off and throw them on the floor and go wash my arm... wife wants to know what all the commotion is and i tell her "your g-d pos mothereffin dog pissed all over my bed, i have every right to be pissed and you're lucky i dont end that dog in the living room" she goes to the laundry room, gets the dog and storms back to bed and says, "you need to lose the attitude and come to bed... well hell NO "eff you and eff your effing dog" and on the couch i slept... text message today about 3pm "are you coming home tonight?" "am i still welcome in MY house?" "yes... but we should talk" "no, we shouldnt do anything, you need to take care of YOUR dog, that YOU had to have when YOUR other dog died" so here i am in my truck waiting for the pizza man... we'll see how this goes /rant off this ends another edition of "days of our cracker lives-a florida installment"