I had a nice long post all typed out last night and set to go and as I hit post, it vanished. I managed to stumble across it again, but never was able to get it to post.
Needless to say I am not so good with my second month of daily posting. Intermittent internet may aid that, but that is only a half-hearted excuse. I have been exhausted due to crappy sleep the past few days. I went to the doctor on Thursday and he prescribed a new medicine for me. (Yay, I am now up to 9 pills a day) It should also help me sleep as Scott mentioned to him that I toss and turn A LOT at night. This was some news to me, but I can't say that I was wholly surprised. I started the medicine yesterday and the only improvement (? haha) so far has been this constant knee pain (what's new) and a sharp stabbing pain venturing it's way up my leg. This could also be brought on by the fact that shithead ate a raw (ick!) pork chop on Friday. After hearing about it, I knew it did not bode well for my weekend. Promptly 15 minutes after Scott started work yesterday morning, I was awakened by the dog peeing on a massive pile of shit that he dropped on the bedroom floor. I cleaned it up and took him out, only to have same thing happen again an hour later. By that point (6:12 a.m.) I decided that sleep was not to be in my cards. I spent my morning running the dog outside, disrobing from my snow gear (It proceeded to snow ALL morning yesterday) cleaning up the pile he managed to drop while I was doing this, and gearing back up to take him back out. Needless to say after 8 trips outside and six piles of shit on my carpet in 5 hours, I have semi-perfected my cleaning method for such. Also, for those that know me (and my hatred for anything on my feet) well, what does it say that I spent the rest of the day in shoes in case we needed to make a mad dash outside again... By this point I decided that I did not like a: the dog for obvious reasons, and b: Scott, for being home while the dog ate the pork, and thus at work during the shit-fest!
After about noon yesterday the dog was acting predominately ok, so (foolish me) I thought I was in the clear. At 1:30 this morning, I was awakened by the dog once again shitting on the bedroom floor. Scott got up and said he'd clean it up after he took him out. He put him in the bathroom (tile floor- no carpet) while he got snow-dressed only to have the dog shit in the bathroom and climb in the tub to avoid it (Thank you for not rolling in it... it's bad enough he had already stepped in it!) I started cleaning up all the shit-prints that ranged from the bedroom into the bathroom then all the way to the door. I managed to get all of them and work my way back towards the original pile by the time Scott came back in. After yesterday's ordeal and my now super-sensitive nasal capabilities, I left that pile for him. (Lucky boy!)
Thankfully that was the only ordeal today (knock on wood) but Scott basically got little to no sleep after that incident and is thus pooped. (no pun intended)
Yesterday evening, I finally got around to watching The Fountain. I was quite surprised by how much I enjoyed it, even if I did keep nodding out towards the end.
I am currently in the middle of three projects and addressing Christmas cards, which, if I want to say that I had a productive weekend, I best get back to! But be forewarned, I feel a Bif Naked phase coming on again. I shall leave you to ponder what that may mean I have in store.... ;)
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