let me paint a picture:
8pm, thursday night.
me, sick as a dog - can barely talk.
sean, out of town for the last three days.
meghan, being good and listening, thank god.
storm and daisy, fighting over water.
yep. WATER.
because there's a shortage of it, you know.
i only refill their bowl 1,243,845 times a day.
so a battle was fought...
...and storm lost.
not that she knows the difference.
she was bleeding all over my house, just as happy as could be.
so i call donna who is on her way and we try to put on liquid bandage.
major FAIL. now the dog has a mohawk down her neck because i keep missing.
crap. it's still bleeding an hour later.
so off to the doggie emergency room we go.
thank god Nana stays with meghan.
but not before daisy slips out of the door because she wants to go too.
so i drive around the neighborhood in the dark with a bleeding dog in my car, looking for the other trouble maker.
find her. stupid dog.
get her home, get bleeding dog to the vet.
a bunch of stitches and $260 later...voila.
battle scars.
she looks like she's smuggling a baseball in her mouth today.
and i called in sick because i'm sicker than yesterday...hmm. wonder why.
i need a vacation.
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