Comment spam is always annoying, but now it’s just plain mean:

Your previous posts were real rubbish, but this is good. This one is brilliant. Your blog is getting really better.

.. as left on a post more than a year old, that wasn’t really anything all that. How rude! I’m torn between being sad and being amused.

My dissatisfaction is high these days, and my inability to do anything about it is only leading to more crusty angst all up in my parts. I am full of conflict because my friend Wyatt got a pug this week because his fiancé really wanted one – obviously, Wyatt loves her more than my husband loves me. I am happy for their pug and for them, but I am devastated that I still do not have a pug because Ed hates me and doesn’t want me to be happy and also clearly enjoys having an angry, vindictive wife who likes to play with fire and shares his bed. It also does not help that Ali and Doug are looking at adopting a puggle, which, while not a full pug, is still half a pug more than I will ever have because of my hateful, horrible husband. Everything is neck-deep in suck.

In fact, the suck quotient is higher than usual because while I am here wallowing in my sad, pugless state, Ed is living it up in Whistler for the weekend on a work retreat. So not only do I not have a pug, I cannot even fight about it with Ed because he is not here. I am bubbling over with cranky and there’s no one for me to throw things at. Really, how inconsiderate. Fighting about my lack of pug won’t really make me feel better, but maybe if I scream and cry and rage again this time he’ll realize that I really do want one and stop being so pig headed and stubborn about it.

Or I could just sell all his stuff while he’s gone and get a pug anyway!

Actually, that won’t work. It isn’t a money issue; it’s a big mean dumb jerk husband issue.

Bah.