My husband is a coward. An unmitigated coward, I tells ya! And I no longer feel guilty about making him be the bad guy and taking Molly to the vet. ‘Cause on account of how he took her to the vet yesterday, and she has fleas, and she’s allergic so she got a cortisone shot, some anti-itch medicine just in case, some antibiotics that she has to be given twice a day, and some stuff we’re supposed to spray on the furniture. And the vet also gave her some medicine that killed all the fleas. And it seems to have worked. Because Joe said she lay down on a clean sheet (yay) last night, and left a myriad of dead fleas behind her.
Anyway, to the antibiotics. Because that’s where my husband’s a coward. Last night he put one of the pills in my hand. I put it into her mouth, held it shut, and when I thought she’d swallowed, I let go, and plop! She spat it back out, and I barely caught it. I looked up and asked Joe to get me a spoonful of peanut butter. My rationale was that she loves peanut butter, and if I gummed her mouth together with peanut butter, there’d be a better chance of the pill going down with the peanut butter. He stammered, “I’ve gotta go get the cartridges for the printer. I’ll be back later.” And left.
I stared at the door in disbelief as I tried to pry her jaw apart (no easy task, because by then she knew what was up). I then shoved the pill further back, and then held her mouth closed a little bit longer. I heard her gulp, saw her glare at me, and then let go. She bolted under the table and I swear that if she had the ability to, she’d have been flipping me off with both paws. Damn mama, making me swallow damn pills.
So late morning I call Joe, who left for St. Louis again today. “Are you at the airport yet?” He was. Oh, and by the way, he didn’t give Molly her antibiotic today. He left it in her food dish, he says innocently; she’ll probably eat it. I call him a putz, and he laughs. I tell him he’s a dirty rotten no-good coward, and he agrees. So I get to shove a pill down her throat immediately upon my arrival home and then just before I go to bed, because she’s supposed to have them twice a day.
Last night I got a Snape tee-shirt from Hot Topic. I wavered between the Sirius shirt and the Snape shirt, but dang! Alan Rickman is so hot! So as we’re paying for the shirt, the guy at the counter asks where I got my messenger bag. You know, the Hogwarts messenger bag that Izzybella got me? The one from Hot Topic? He was a little surprised, and told me it was cool. I thought, no, it’s actually very geeky, and that’s okay. And Joe wanted to go see the Harry Potter movie with me, but it was only 5 and the movie didn’t start until 7, and neither of us felt like sticking around the mall that long. And he didn’t want to see Hairspray, alas, so we went home.
He’s out of town again, as I mentioned before. So I’m once again torn between feeling really glad to have some alone time and feeling guilty about feeling glad and then feeling embarrassed about it because I know I’ll be missing him really soon. And Gypsy Girl is probably laughing at me, and that’s okay. It’s probably all pretty silly.
Mom comes to town tomorrow, and her plane lands at 8:30. The play starts at 8:00. One of my best friends was going to pick her up and take her to my house; however, she ended up having to work tomorrow night. So Mom very agreeably said she’ll be fine at the airport until we’re able to get there, provided we immediately take her to get some food as soon as we pick her up. The play is not very long, and Izzybella and I will skip the Q&A session and go to the airport right away.
I ended up canceling Book Swim today. It’s a nice idea, being able to rent books a la Netflix. However, as I said in the cancelation form when they ask how they can keep you as a customer, their search engine absolutely sucks. One of their fairly recent blog entries talks about how they’ve recently upgraded their search engine, so I can only imagine how ghastly it was before. And it took about a week from the time I mailed in the first three books I finished reading until they registered that they had received them. That’s a long time, comparatively speaking. So for me and my limited funds and limited time, it’s just not the best deal. I think that once they’ve worked out all their bugs, and improved their search engine, I may return. It truly is a good idea for someone like me, who can’t use libraries because it’s far cheaper to just buy the blasted books rather than pay all the fines because I’m constitutionally incapable of returning books on time. I seem to be able to do it for a month or two, but then I quit going to the library, and whatever books I have in my hot little hands at the time remain in my hot little hands until I’ve received fifty threatening letters from the library and have racked up a hideous sum in fines.
I went to Half Price Books today during lunch, since I have the car back again. That was delightful! L-squared revealed the shocking fact that she has never read Pride and Prejudice or Jane Eyre; she said she was going to buy P&P tonight when she got off work. I happened to see both today and got them for her. I also found an amusing-looking YA book (Charlie Bone or something like that) in the clearance section for 50 cents and bought it. And I found a vegan cookbook that looks really great: The Angelica Home Kitchen: Recipes and Rabble Rousings from an Organic Vegan Restaurant. Couldn’t resist. I just need a new crossword puzzle book, and I’m in business. They didn’t have any at Half-Price, so I’ll veer into Barnes & Noble on the way home from work, before I go home and shove antibiotics down my poor dog’s throat.
I’m so tired of coughing! Joe got me some Robitussin cough syrup that’s supposed to be good for 8 hours, and I took it this morning before work. But I’ve still been hacking away all day. And I still cough all night. I called my doctor’s office a couple of weeks ago (gee–has it been that long? she says sarcastically), and they told me not to bother coming in unless I’m physically feeling sick, and I’m not, per se. But my head and chest hurt from all the coughing. Any suggestions, anyone? Because I’m good and sick of this.