Chick with Sticks

My week has sucked so far. The only bright spot was when I sold something on Monday. That’s the third sale I’ve had in a two week period, which for me is a step below winning the lottery. I make maybe one sale a month to 6 weeks usually, if I’m lucky.

But anyway, back to my crappy week, which I realize is really not that bad but just bad enough to feel like complaining about it. First is Lilly – she just got over the colitis she had a couple of weeks ago and she is starting to experience the exact same symptoms again. On Monday night she was up every two hours wanting to go outside, which means I was also up every two hours. And I was worried about my little puppy dog so it took me an hour to get back to sleep each time.

I wanted to give her something like Pepto Bismol to help her sleep, but I didn’t know if that is safe for dogs. So when I dropped Lilly off at Jody’s mom’s house Tuesday I asked her to call the vet. She said Pepto is OK, a small amount twice a day. And she also suggested rice and chicken, which L^2 and Heather had also mentioned last time. Lilly freaking loves that stuff! All I hear is smacks, slurps and snorts for about 2 minutes. I give it to her right after the Pepto so she quickly forgets about how horrible I am for making her take that nasty pink stuff. So far it seems to be working and she *appears* to be back to normal, but she will be tagging along to Gracie’s (DMama’s cat) vet appointment on Thursday and she will probably get a quick check up while she is there.

The next crappy thing that happened is the air conditioner went out at work. There are actually two systems, one for each side of the building. The one that went out….it’s the one on my side. Someone came to work on it yesterday, and although it’s not hot in here, it is muggy. My hair and skin feel icky.

And to top it off, I tried to make coffee at home this morning only to find my coffee maker had passed away overnight. I went through all 5 stages:

1. Denial – There was no way he had died. I just used him yesterday! He was completely fine! I walked around my house plugging him into different outlets to see if it was an outlet problem (it was not)
2. Anger – How DARE he die on me! Doesn’t he know I NEED coffee! Dammit!
3. Bargaining – Fiddled with the cord, begged for *one last brew* – contemplated making coffee on the stove (is that possible?)
4. Depression – Realized it was a lost cause, hung my head and went back in to the bedroom
5. Acceptance – Remembered that Jody always has coffee waiting for me at his shop in the morning

On top of all of that, I really need to dye my hair but I forget about it until I look in the mirror every morning… plus this humid weather is not agreeing with my skin…I’m just ready for this week to be over.