My day starts a lot like Sesame Street

I always end up counting the cats before I leave to be sure no one is locked in the closet. One cat, two cat, three cat, bwaahahaha, I’m good. Let’s get out of here.

Today I had to go see the doctor about my shoulder. More precisely, the physician’s assistant (or what she a nurse practitioner…). And I’ve seen this a lot lately. The doctor is an easy going man or woman and his aid is a douche. She obviously had a lot of issues with me knowing as much as she did and seemed to think that I wanted narcotics.

( the conversation in a nutshell )

Then I came home to get pissed off. I noticed lately Kanda’s mouth is getting smutty look. I really look at it. It’s all flea dirt. It’s not been two fucking weeks since I gave them all frontline. I think it’s pointless. I’m calling the vet. She said they were looking at a new pill. All three cats have fleas in spite of being treated. ARGH.


Then tonight I had a major episode curtsey of Diabetes iz Fun.( Fun equals TMI of the gross kind )

And now it is snowing in time for tomorrow’s nursing test. Pouts.


check this out. the greener penny it's a green site (ignore there is martha stewart involvement. there is helpful stuff here)

( Day 119, she has kitty treats! )