He has a bite on his paw that he has turned into a big bloody, infected mess so we had to get him this delightful collar.

Can I just tell you that he is scraping the shit out of my walls with this collar? Yea, yea I feel bad for him and all, but its a major pain in the ass. I can hear him smacking his head into everything. I think he’s trying to get it off. He’s that smart. 

Thankfully giving him his antibiotics are easy because he loves cheese and peanut butter.

I feel like CRAP today. I some how managed 45 minutes on the treadmill. I am pretty sure I have a sinus infection with a sinus headache the size of the Good Year Blimp (which I have been on before, because I’m cool ;). I have a heaping stack of work and laundry to do. My to-do-list is eight miles long and I just want to curl up with a good book but, its not gonna happen.

I have been feeling blah and burnt out. 

Last week the Teenager got himself suspended for *five* days for getting into a fist fight in English class. His punishment was having his wisdom teeth removed. Ok, so thats not entirely true. It wasn’t punishment, he needed to get them pulled anyway and why not do it while he is home for 5 friggin days.

The Girl Teenager got herself into a world of shit too. I swear they time it perfectly - one after the other. I might believe that if they even liked each other. Or maybe, just maybe, it is worth it to them to hatch a plot to drive me to insanity in spite of them not liking each other. [Stop laughing Mom, I know its pay back...]

Medical bills and prescriptions are kicking my ass in a bad way. With insurance. The brunt of them are the Man, he’s falling apart on me.  Yesterday was our 8 year anniversary. That means we passed the 7 year itch. But meanwhile it feels like 28 years anyway.

I need a vacation on a tropical island with all my books and fruity drinks. No BlackBerry, no email, no work, no kids - none of it.