Crap. Now I am a poet, and don't know it.
I am fixated on the pizza I picked up while doing laundry, getting my mom's Nutro Ultra, Nature's Miracle, and Pet Dander and Odor spray,[ by the same co]. I cook, normally, 7 nights a week. Her/my bitch is expecting pups. My mom has her in the bedroom, mom had the flu last week, she is still scratchy talking, won't do a thing that I suggest to help herself. Oh, well. To each their own. The pups have a massive, certified, working/show pedigree. I do things a little more efficiently as I see it, but well, huh who knows. I wish her well. She is a top of the profession nurse. I don't know which of us is better. I am guessing this bitch that gave me trouble with 3 litters, will deliver her 4th, and best, to show me up w/mom. My mom will look like the ultimate[sigh]...