dog sitting

after two nights of not getting very much sleep, going through a crying drama with jake about how he doesn't want to stay at the new house because he is afraid of the dog since he hasn't been trained not to jump up on people, after having to drive across town after a long day at work to get special dog food and some treats and toys since I have none for the dog, after all of that- last night every hour from 3 am on, the dog was howling. the neighbors must *hate* me, this is my third night in a row of barely any sleep-
now add to this scenario me imagining v on a warm tropical Jamaican beach drinking a margarita and dangling his feet in the water, surrounded by bikini-clad divorcees,
the sound of reggae music in the background


that is the definition of BITTER.