Thursday, September 18, 2008

one uppance

*sigh*

Let us give this another go, shall we? What's worse than a sick four-year-old puking in your bed all night?

How about a dog who arrived from his morning swim with an eye that looks nothing like an eye? The best we can estimate is that he snagged it on a limb of some sort. In fact, it looks like something from Tales from the Crypt. HE looks like something from Tales from the Crypt because he also has this gnarly growth that recently sprung up on his leg that we've been negligent in looking into.

We took him to the animal hospital whereupon we were given some eye drops for that mess, and the other? The leg growth? Not cancer as I grimly anticipated. Not even an infected tick bite as E determined. Rather, it was - get this technical diagnosis - a DOG WART. "Don't sweat it," was the official care instruction.

On the way home, the fun really started ramping up. Ready for this? The Beans, literally 100 feet from our driveway, covered the vehicle with vomit. Everywhere. Me, E, The MAN, Beans, and two disgruntled dogs locked in a car filled with stenchy puke.

The next hour or so was spent cleaning and putting to bed (unfortunately, not me). Just as I was settling in to take a hot bath, I discovered that only ice water was coming from our faucet on my feet. The blasted hot water heater is OUT. E's under the house likely breaking more than he's repairing.

Seriously?

7 comments:

Mrs. Spit said...

Oh sweetie. Would you like to come and stay with Aunt Becky and I and smoke in the house and drink bathtub gin?

You've totally earned it.

Alice said...

Whenever I get a bit frustrated with all things German, you post something like this. Thanks for keeping my life in perspective! (I know, exactly what you wanted to hear after your um, day.)

mumma boo said...

Ok, now I know why you get it confused with hell sometimes. You've more than earned a respite from all that is gooey. Let me know where to send the chocolate and alcohol.

Aunt Becky said...

*nods head*

Sounds familiar.

honeywine said...

Uuugghhh...nothing quite like that vomit smell. M.'s a spewer too, but luckily, so far he's only gotten the dashboard.

tafkalorelei said...

OMFG...What a week you had girl! (((hugs))) So sorry we didn't get to hook up, but I definetly understand you had your hands full!

The Rambling Housewife said...

Yup. Fine times for sure. Have had a few of those lately.

Hope all is well now! ;)