My poor Cosmo has allergies, and the skin allergy area got a bacterial infection. The foul smell was the sign that she needed to go to the vet. Came out of nowhere like whoa.

But she's getting a steroid injection, liquid (thank you, PTB!) antibiotics, a neck shave...and the dreaded Cone of Shame.

I've never had a coned pet before. Poor noodle. But she's going to feel better very soon.

I abandoned ltc to her daddy's care the minute he walked in the door, and took a long shower. So much better. He fed her and himself leftovers and I ended up deciding bread and butter was fine for myself.

I have never been the divorced person, Aims, but a frequent witness, and that first year(or so) can be tough times. It could be that you could work back into friendship when there is less to arrange.

Possibly. We'll see. I kind of hope so. It's hard that he's not the first go-to on stuff anymore.

But given his ... current choices, I can't. And won't. And that's totally my choice. I could probably be better and bigger than that, but ... I'm not gonna.

So there.

t sticks out tongue, but not at you, erika

Like I said, I can only imagine.(also, if it was your idea, he might also be rubbing stuff in a little...most people stop doing that, too. Not everyone, unfortunately. But mostly.) My dad went from invisible to "In everyone's grill, constantly" for about a year and a half.

So many posts! I can't possibly comment on all I want to, but there was much nodding, clapping of hands, sighing, ~ma delivery, and smiling.

We all need to dance with meara, and submit to Aim's pencil pouch or any other kinda audit.

{{{Bitches}}}

What did I do to piss off the universe, and how do I make amends? The fucking TV just died. I feel like I'm breaking everything that I touch. I mean, I kind of am: so far this year I've shattered the screen of my phone, shattered the screen of my iPod, broke my digital camera, did something horrible to my laptop last night, and now I went to turn the TV on and it made some awful noise and won't turn on. (I unplugged it and plugged it back in, which isn't as successful as memes would have you think.)

I feel like I'm destroying everything I touch. Because I basically am.

I just quit, man. Fuck everything.

That really sucks, Steph. I wonder if Mercury is still in retrograde.

(It's not, but I blame shit on that all year anyway.)

Oh no! Maybe there is some underlying electrical issue in your place? Or we could be related because I break stuff like whoa.