Your discomfort is my reality

My thoughtless natter is catching up with me as of late and I thought I would share. The simple fact that I am sharing should have you all over this entry...

I groomed one of my favorite dogs yesterday. A huge German Shepherd named Princess. She was a filthy, matted mess. It took three baths, conditioner and a ton of actual grooming time once she was dry. "Was" is going to be the key word. I could have charged more, but as her owner is a regular customer, I wasn't to worried about it. I get to work this morning, change and while heading to my grooming area I am informed that Princess died of bloat shortly after going home. My response was, "Oh my god. Seriously? All that work for nothing?". I will not remind you that I work at an animal hospital. The silence that permeated the room was deafening. I did the correct thing and acted ashamed of myself while making the appropriate downcast face and someone's pet died and that's sad noises, but in hindsight, I should have charged way more.

Moving on! I found a Scion xB and I am getting it on Wednesday! WOOOHOOOO! It's pretty bad ass. Here's the picture that was posted on CL.



The most awesome detail of this little truck, though there are many to choose from, is the black, faux fur roof, sun visor & hatch lining. It's like riding around surrounded by a fake panther.

While we were looking at the truck (read: while Mr. F made sure it was actually a sound vehicle and I stood there swooning over the aesthetic aspects) I happened to notice the back hatch has a small airbrushed "toy box" detail on it and that the license plate reads JAYSBOX (Jayson has been deployed and no longer needs his toy box). Again, my mouth stormed the comfort castle by proclaiming, "Hey, look! All you have to do is change one letter and it says JOYSBOX! I am so doing that!". Mr. F looked up at me and gave me the are you kidding is that supposed to be a joke face (I get that one a lot because, as I have been told repeatedly, I look and sound the exact same regardless of whether I am kidding or not) and the poor man showing the truck became super quiet, shifted about a bit and diverted all eye contact. Joy's box indeed. As much as I acted sheepish and played it off all oops, can you believe I just said that, how lewd, silly me nervous laughter and all, I think it's a riot and might just go for it.

1/3 is the saddest fraction of all, especially when it's missing. The phoenix worms and fruit flies showed up yesterday! Lucky for them Mr. F was handed the box o bugs right as he was leaving the house and thus became a creepy-crawly type of hero. Nothing quite like sitting in a shipping box (not joy's box mind you) until you die of heat exposure. Or so I assume. As M.D. is a nocturnal being, I waited until the sun was down and then picked some yummy maggots out of their substrate for him to dine upon. I then thought I would help the little guy out by showing him where dinner was being served. He was clinging onto a rock, so I moved him and the rock over to the side where the worms were. He of course lost it, tried to jump off the rock just as it was moving by a plant, got stuck and immediately dropped his tail. My prey drive kicked in and I forget all about him as I chased his tail to and fro. After catching and ingesting his tail... just kidding. I felt horrid. I've made some picketing signs that read FREE M.D.!! and I have been marching out front of the condo whenever I get the chance singing liberation songs. When Mr. F if even so much as walks by a window I curse at him for being a kidnapping bastard. Okay, that is also a fabrication, but this has made me realize that as much as I might want to stare M.D. down every night, I should just get over it and let him go. Besides, he's awfully boring. I'll just sell the tank and bugs on CL and be done with it. It was fun while it lasted.