"Let's Pee Down His Air Hole"

So it was one of those days where I know good things did happen, but now I'm tired and wounded and can only remember the crap. For example, the back door knob finally got replaced, which is really joyous news. To get the door to open we would have to simultaneously turn and shake the door knob like a violent HJ - think of that workout tool that you hold in both hands while it's vibrating up and down. Yeah. Not how I like to start my day (letting the dogs out).

However, the fact that I almost ripped my own mole off later in the day stands out more in my mind than being able to open the back door without pleasuring it. I was researching windshield replacement costs when I had this itch around my collar bone. God in heaven. One of my nails clipped the underside of the mole, and I thought it was over. I ran to the bathroom mirror to find the mole still intact and attached, though red and irritated on one side, if not a teensy bit bloody. Unable to cope with looking at it, I immediately slathered on neosporin and a bandaid. Windshield pricing was more nauseating after that.

Then, later, I went to volunteer at the humane society. I was warned that the dog "Bugsy" had no training and would "mouth" your hand, but what I wasn't told was that she would try to tackle you to the ground and turn your arm into a chew toy. Yeah, that happened. If it had been my dogs, they would have been down for the count, but I would like to volunteer there again, so I had to hold back. Still, somehow I dog whispered the shit out of her, and she didn't bite me anymore. The downside is that I look like a cutter now. Bugsy, you bitch.

After the dog incident, I came home to my pups and took a nap. I've been damn tired the last few days. Is the time change really that significant? Shit. I mean, I know I'm unemployed, but I've been keeping active and eating well. What the effffffff.

Naturally, being tired and bitchy, I didn't take well to Joe coming home late(r) tonight, especially given the circumstances. He's doing all this training to further his career and maybe some day get a damn promotion, and in the meantime he's gotten into pay hurt because he hasn't had time (save for that one windy day where it was canceled) jump out of a plane. Yeah, we get jump pay, but he has to jump every so often to keep it. Next stop: pay loss. Stupid stupid shit. I've never wanted him to jump out of a plane so badly. The pay loss isn't terrible, and he would be reimbursed (maybe...in about 893 years), but man, it's almost Christmas where every cent counts.