happy dance!

well, i was originally scheduled for a second injection on January 9th. I've been hurting like a sonofabitch, and they assured me they would call me if they had any cancellations. I wasn't holding my breath. Then, lo and behold, my phone rang this morning. It was Kevin (the nurse that gave me hell but in a funny way, the first go round) telling me they had a cancellation and could I be there at 1:30 today. Sign me up! Perfect timing...right before the holidays so I won't be walking around like the hunchback of notre dame and scaring all the kiddies. YAY!

Rachel is taking me because my mom has to take the Jakester to the doc at 1:15. He's got some spots on him, and we have no idea what they are. He's had the varicella (chicken pox for those of you who don't enter shot records every friggin day) vaccine, so we're not sure what they are. I'm thinkint with this weather it's probably psoriasis. I'm hoping that's all it is.

No, I didn't forget I was taking banana pudding to the work christmas party...i just put it off until the very last minute. Stupid me just discovered i left my awesome bowl at the other office. crap...

Susan and I are going to see Kiley this evening. Yay! I'm having withdrawals - I haven't seen her in three whole days...aaack!

and, finally, i'm a terrible person. i got home day before yesterday to discover the pups and their retarded mother had jumped the baby gate and destroyed allllll kinds of stuff....including a couple of masks from my beautiful tree. I shoved the mask remains in their faces while i beat their butts, threw all 3 of them in the backyard, picked up the phone book, and started dialing. I called Rescue the Animals. They were full. I called the humane society. They said to bring them by and they would take a look at them. I did. They didn't take them. I called Rescue the Animals again. They told me to take them to the pound because that's where they get their animals from. So I did. I took Zoe & Versace to the pound. And left them there. And cried. and cried some more. I'm crying right now. I hate myself for doing it, but I just couldn't take it any longer. I'm tired of them tearing shit up. I'm tired of spending at least $20 a week on dog food. I'm tired of not being able to clean my kitchen floor. I'm tired of Zoe waking up screeching in the middle of the night. But I still can't quite believe I left them at the pound. I'm sorry babies, I really am. I'm going to just believe that Rescue the Animals is going to pick you up soon. Or, that some rancher will come in there looking for a cattle dog, and he'll take both of you home with him. p.s. your momma hates me now.