Halfway through another Fatty Patty and the Beast day, but still stressing about what may lie ahead. I really, really want the queen to help us. This is why I’m sure she won’t. The more I think about it, the more I realize that whatever’s up there realizes that we have so much more to gain by her helping us than by my getting to blow off steam at her, and nothing up there wants us having any breaks in life. Nothing!

Meanwhile, I’m going to enjoy the next few hours before the bitch and dog set up camp in back here for the evening so she can sit on her fat ass and gab on the phone while she lets the fucking beast bark by the fence. On the other hand, it’s cloudier than it has been in days, so maybe it’ll cool down earlier. Wrapped up in all that fat, I can see where it’d be unbearable for her in her place on hot, sunny days.