Today is Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve, I’m working and somehow still have to get my dog to the vet before noon. I’m already tapped out on cash – it being CHRISTMAS EVE… I think I mentioned that. I COULD have purchased another gift or two before I felt as though I’d actually done all I could for Christmas, but… I guess we’re throwing this Christmas to the dogs… literally.
Obviously, I’m letting my little financial challenge color my writing mood.
I do feel sorry for my poor pooch. He’s got a nasty hot spot on his paw that he’s been licking at for weeks now, and that I’ve been attacking from the other side with cheaper non-vet remedies for just as long. The dog and the sore paw are beating me senseless.
So I fold – off the vet we go… on Christmas Eve… did I mention it’s CHRISTMAS EVE??
I was feeling much more festive a couple of days ago, and now I can hear the bah-humbugs divebombing through the air like flaming gin-soaked sugar plums.
In the midst of all of this I still have to somehow manage to avoid an extended relative if at all possible.
Five words: UNINVITED PAIN IN THE ASS.
S’all I’m sayin’.
Merry Freakin’ Christmas.
