My Dog ate my Stimulus check…

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…actually, this morning she ate an ant bait spike that I had put out last night under the peonies (the ones she didn’t eat yet – did I mention she ATE one of my peonies earlier this spring? No? Sorry about that…). After my first run to Agway today, I came home to see her trotting around with a green spiky thing in her mouth. I called the vet and he said to bring her in. Great.

When I called later in the day to make sure she pulled through the stomach pumping so I could kill her, the vet said that she vomited up assorted sticks, twigs, grass, bits of plastic (!) and…ant poison. He also said it was a good thing I brought her in when I did…blah blah blah. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy she’s okay (upstairs sleeping with Dobby as I type this, even though at this point I’d rather lock her in her crate for the rest of her natural life) and I’m glad I brought her to the vet. I’d be HAPPIER if she weren’t a walking garbage disposal whose sole purpose in life appears to be to eat everything in her path. I’d be HAPPIER if she hadn’t eaten the damned thing in the first place.

I’d be freaking ecstatic if the cost of the emergency vet visit and stomach pumping wasn’t the exact same amount as the *bleeping* stimulus check that just happened to arrive in the mail today.

*sigh*

Big Plans… bloglines …

…I had big plans for today’s post. I was for sure positive that I’d have at least 8″ of knitting on the right front side of my CPH to show you. Why don’t I have this, you ask?

Because, apparently, I cannot remember knitting instructions to save my life.

Last Tuesday I was ready to cast on for the right front of the CPH so I brought the yarn and needles to dinner (at The Old Mill – a weekly occurrence since RR has fire practice on that night so cooking is a bit challenging) and forgot the directions. Not a big issue – I thought at the time – all I need to do is cast on 52 stitches and k2 p2 back and forth for four inches.

Except it was p2 k2 and trust me, it makes a difference.

I ripped it out last night.

What. the. Hell.

That’s it…

…I thought I could ignore it and muddle through but I can’t.  I have a cold (a ‘cohd’ is how I’d be pronouncing it) – which I caught because I was too cheap and lazy to turn the heater on in the camper when the temps got down into the 50’s.  I can’t breathe…I’m going to bed…no pictures today (or possibly, tomorrow), I’m sorry :o(

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