AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHH

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME.

PLEASE.  TELL ME.

TELL ME WHY I BOTHER PUTTING FRONTLINE PLUS ON BOTH DOGS.

TELL ME WHY I BOTHER PUTTING THE VETERINARIAN-RECOMMENDED TICK COLLARS ON BOTH DOGS.

PLEASE TELL ME.  WHY I BOTHER DOING THIS.


IF I'M GOING TO FIND A TICK ANYWAY.

AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH

HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE THOSE THINGS.  HATE THEM.

THEY ARE DISGUSTING LITTLE BLOODSUCKY BASTARDS.  HATE THEM.  DO YOU HEAR ME?

(AAAAUUUUUGH I HAD TO REMOVE IT BY MYSELF BECAUSE GEORGE IS AT WORK AND EW IT WAS GROSS.  THIS IS WHY I USE TICK PREVENTATIVES.  BECAUSE I DESPISE THOSE VAMPIRIC LITTLE FUCKERS. AND NOW I FEEL LIKE THINGS ARE CRAWLING ON ME.  AUGH.)

Go back to bed? Y/N/....Y

Okay, so I took the dogs for their walk this morning.

And found a tick on Darwin.

Got the tick off, gave both dogs a thorough brush-down, removed roughly a metric ton of fur off of Darwin (his winter coat is ridiculous). FOUND NO MORE TICKS. \o/

So then, I went to get a shower, for I was covered in loose dog hair, and was still feeling icky crawly things on me. ONLY TO DISCOVER...

That the shower drain was plugged!! I have a stall shower, so standing in ankle deep water is... not what I'd really consider a viable option.

So I tore the house apart looking for a screwdriver that would fit the screws to the grate that covers the drain. Found one entirely by accident, after I'd given up. REMOVED THE GRATE. And was promptly grossed out by all the yuck in there. Removed as much yuck as I could (yuuuuck) and put the grate back. Shower still did not drain properly.

THEN I decided to tidy up the kitchen a bit, but was hungry, because it was 2:00 and I had forgotten to eat lunch. I threw some leftovers in the microwave and then turned to see a power socket ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE KITCHEN begin to spark.

Yes. Spark.

Cue shutting off the kitchen light and turning off the microwave and unplugging the teamaker, which had been plugged in to the offending socket, and promptly CALLED MY MOTHER, whose phone was acting up as she tried to answer:

BunnehMom: "Hello?"
Bunneh: "Mom, can you come ov--"
BunnehMom: "Hello? Kara is that you?"
Bunneh: "Yeah. Mom, can you--"
BunnehMom: "Kara?"
Bunneh: "YES. MOM. CAN YOU--"
BunnehMom: "Oh, there we go. What's up, honey?"
Bunneh: "I have sparks in my kitchen. Can you please come over?"

I still have to tidy up the kitchen, but I'm giving a lot of thought to maybe crawling under the covers until today's over.