Redhead Ranting is the rantings of a frazzled, twice divorced mother of two who freelances and cares for two stupid dogs while writing her memoir against incredible and unbelievable odds (but will make a wonderful book one day).
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See…there is such a disconnect when it comes to money in this country. It’s like people are thinking…”I may be on the street when they take my house, but I’ll be damned if Fido is going without a winter frock this year.”
That’s true, I figure it’s partly because pets don’t talk back. I might have to cut out a gift for the husband who can’t seem to find the laundry hamper but the dog is always happy to see me.
See…there is such a disconnect when it comes to money in this country. It’s like people are thinking…”I may be on the street when they take my house, but I’ll be damned if Fido is going without a winter frock this year.”