Remember the dog I don't like? The one who came with the husband and kids I do like? Well, not only does he have couch privileges that he does not deserve - he also insists on being right here, just like this, when I have a jammies and Netflix night. (Which, let's be honest, is nearly every night.) It's like he genuinely doesn't get that I don't like him. Poor thing.
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