Bitchfaces, when you catch me being a slack ass slacker, bring it to my attention. God knows I can’t keep an eye on myself. Y’all remember what happened the last time we tried that.
The Marine. The Marine is what happened. I know, let’s not do that again.
First and foremost, the AaBF tee shirt winners have all had their prizes dropped to the post office. Keep your eye on your box, and that ain’t just innuendo. That’s also what she said.
Enough of my fuckery. Let’s get down to my pseudo business.
Recently, a reader asked me about resources for women leaving abusive situations with their pets. I then realized I’ve done a piss poor job at conveying to y’all what resources are available. That ends today.
Check this out. If you’re wanting out, but don’t want to leave your dog or cat, hit me up. I’ll gladly find you a foster or contact the fine folks at the SPCA in your area to get you a 30-day spot for your best friend or feline overlord. Seriously, no charge, no bullshit, just some help until you get on your feet. It’s called a transitional hold.
If your SPCA doesn’t have this service, or can’t help because of space issues, it’s cool, babycakes. I got people. Bet it up, and get that worrisome look off your face.
Point is, stop making excuses and let’s make a way out. I can do everything up to walking out with you. I cannot get you out the door. That’s on you. What can I help you with?
I’ll get you an Uber to the shelter. Or to the SPCA then shelter.
I’ll help you find availability at any women’s shelter, or run down affordable housing with you.
I’ll rewrite your resume, free of charge.
I’ll find you a pet foster if you aren’t SPCA local.
I’ll assist you with locating daycare vouchers and daycares which accept them.
I’ll Amazon a bag of pet food to your new joint, just because we know the struggle here.
Anything else you need? Hit me up, I’m probably good for that too. Let’s get you rolling, though. Preferably now, sis.
Happy Birthday April!
I love this.