why i need home internets because this daggone thing is too long. no, really. too long.

so, as far as the dogstuff goes. she's been totally bummed. who could blame her? the vet bill was a bit less than we anticipated, so i headed off to the pet store. the vet was supremely helpful with suggestions. i bought some fruit bones, some wet food (she hasn't been eating), and some cloth diapers (i thought we were through with diapers around here). i also went to target and got some tagamet.

she was confuzled about that whole locomotion concept, and the harness really helped clarify that. the tagamet/wet food combination did the trick. w00t! we've got a MUCH happier dog today.

lest you think radar got left out...we got him a squeaky toy. he broke the first squeaky within an hour or so. i'm not quite sure of the fate of the replacement squeaky. in times past, he has squeaked from dawn 'till dusk. the lack of squeak either means that he's broken the replacement, or that he hadn't woken up yet.

tomorrow shall be yuck followed by fun and fun. we really have to give away the kittens that we're not keeping. we don't have the funds to get them all spit spot at the vets office, our lack of resources has forced us into this corner. which sucks. because they are the sweetest kittens evah. and radar? he lurves them.

after the giving away of kittens, we shall go to h's swim lesson. it's a sans parent affair, and i really enjoy watching from the bleachers (what has become of me? i'm one of THOSE mothers now. i wish there was a referee. i'd totally eat the referee alive.). also? knitting knitting knitting. if i finish with my exchange project tonight, that is. i must do battle with my sewing machine...it was a yardsale find and it has mocked me ever since. i bravely went into battle with it for h-man's superman cape...and have cowered in fear ever since. 'bout time i worked on that. especially since i have a wide expanse of attic just yearning for some crafty goodness to appear.

i'm really looking forward to this weekend, because the work stress? and the life stress? it be keeling me. the meds lady said that i am appropriately stressed out. that anyone would cry about their dog. that my work really IS teh suck right now. and that i should keep on moving on. we also discussed mongolian spots and other funstuffs.

oh, and can anyone tell me why my bread is falling apart? it tastes divine, and looks swell...did i overcook? what is going on with scarborough fair? did i miss the whole "she was a true love, but now she's got to sew a shirt, and do a whole bunch of shit before i let her be my true love again." dayum. also? would it be wrong to "play lost" with my husband so that i can live out my sayid fantasies? and i shit you not...it only takes me a week to get fat again. i'm an overachiever.

last week at the arboretum, followed by my fireplace (h-dawg asked me if it was fall. it said yes. he told me that fall meant autumn, and that we should go get some autumn to put in the house. leaves, branches, acorns, and pinecones now adorn the mantle.), and finally...swimming lessons...