This weekend has sucked.
Talk about a series of unfortunate events!Holy shit.
Friday I start feeling kind of icky...come evening, I feel like shit and slept.
Saturday...see previous entry.
Today I wake up late, and have a difficult time getting Mudge to get in the car. Finally he gets in and without my seeing, pushes the cigarette lighter thing in...
I get to Walter's to get Brittany, she gets in the car, leaps up in the front seat, which sent me off as I was already in an awful mood...So I'm trying to get her in the back seat, when the cigarette lighter thing pops out and I of course, pick it up by the wrong end. My thumb is missing some skin now.
Soo,after probably 6 seconds of fighting with Brittany, I'm off to work. But as soon as I get on the intersate, that brat jumps into the front seat onto my lap doing something, we almost crashed!
We didn't though. Otherwise I'd be dead.
So I get to work, and day goes fine...utnil the garage door in the big dog room breaks while all the dogs are outside. So I couldn't open the door...
Secretly, I was happy about this.
Hippie Man came out and we got it open...the door is still broken.
So then, I'm kennaling the dogs so I can mop the floor, and I slam my finger between one of gates and the brick kennel...I think my fingernail might fall off now.
Oh well. I'm home. Life is ok.
I talked to Walter briefly this morning, told him about Brittany eating what I thought was hearworm medication, but is really for her bad ankle. He's not upset with me (I think?).
I'm still sick...But whatever.
Tomorrow I have school! I'm so excited!!!