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A Day Like No Other

With any luck, I won't have many days like today. It actually started at nightfall last night when I got home from church, checked my email and had a nice note from Mr. D who was going to sell me tickets to a show for my dad's birthday. Apparently he found somebody else to sell his tickets to before he made arrangements for my brother to pick them up. I take it back. Mr. D is no longer my hero.

Then, because I get a bit obsessive when I'm into a good book, I stayed up a second night until 2:00am finishing a book. I turned off the light only to wake with a start at 5:00am realizing that Muh Main Man was violently ill from an egg salad sandwich he had at a church staff member's going away party. I did what I could to help him out, went back to bed and woke at 7am to get the Short People going for the day. Needless to say, a joyful morning was had by all.

Then, since it was weigh-in day for my Biggest Loser contest that I'm in, I decided DogSpot and I would try a walk because she has been dying to get out of the house since her surgery. Apparently there is a reason the vet gives a low-activity advisory for 10 days to two weeks. DogSpot stepped into a grate on the street and pulled the stitches out of her back paw. A canceled day of plans with Debbie made room for a quick trip to the vet where she lightened my wallet another $60 for skin cream, canine antibiotic and one of those fancy Elizabethan collars they give to dogs who lick obsessively. I guess I'll just use the NON-EXISTENT ticket money for the vet bill!! See?! It all works out, or so they say.

On the plus side, I did lose 2 pounds this week and I'm hoping that nightfall tonight will bring an end to the visit from Murphy. I don't like his Laws or his tricks.

Comments

Rochelle said…
Ugh! Yucko. That right there is the reason that Mondays have the reputation that they so rightfully deserve. My sympathies.
Oh how horrible! I'm sorry your Monday was poopy. Today is a new day though! How's your hubby feeling? Better I hope :-)
Anonymous said…
shoulda had the tuna salad....

no picture of DogSpot with cone collar?
Melanie said…
I sure hope the day got better.

I'd like to see DogSpot with her fancy collar. I'm sure she looks pitiful!
Unknown said…
Did Murphy invent the “when it rains it pours” law too. What a shower horrible of yuckiness. Hope you and your Main Man are having a better day today.
Unknown said…
Oh, and a big CONGRATULATIONS on the 2 pound weight loss, that’s great Jennifer!

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