The procedure went well and I didn't even have to help. Paul E, the friend who brought over the syringe was the assistant but it seemed as if Buster was grateful and he didn't fuss much at all and laid pretty still for the whole thing. Mr. Moon has also washed him with flea soap and treated him for ear mites, even though we're not sure he HAS ear mites and at least the dog is clean now.
I myself continued to try and commit suicide by gardening from 11:30 a.m. until 1 p.m. and although I did not succeed, I certainly suffered from heat-related stupidity. Mr. Moon forced me to drink a Gator Aid which I do not do unless I am in labor.
I was frighteningly beet-red.
I think I do this so that for the rest of the day I can plead heat exhaustion and lounge around watching Bravo TV and so forth.
Oh la-di-dah, I am not going to kill myself that easily and it was Sunday and Sunday's generally suck and we all know it. Perhaps some people like Sunday but I am not one of them and if you are, please tell me why.
Mr. Moon and I played some cards and dammit! I won which happens so rarely that I fear that the universe is going to punish me in some horrible way.
I am sauteing peppers and garlic and portobellos in some pesto that Lis brought me and some olive oil and I'm going to add the leftover shrimp to that and with some pasta, that will be our supper. I might just chop up the tomatoes I was going to make a salad out of and throw them in and make a one-bowl dinner.
Whatever. It's Sunday. Tomorrow is Monday and regular life will resume with real exercise and EAHAS (eating all healthy and shit) and our regular programming will resume.
And as GOD IS MY WITNESS, I am going to go see Moonrise Kingdom this week. I swear and declare and can I just add that the mosquitoes are getting not only fiercer but BIGGER as well and it may be the end times, and if so, I would just like to say that it's been a real blast for me and I hope it's been a blast for you too.
Amen and I have also made a pavlova and cut up berries and peaches to put on it and yes, it's Sunday but it hasn't been a total waste and for that and many more things, I am most grateful. Not unlike a dog whose ear is being drained by two men with facial hair and kind hands.