7-22-14
I hate bad dreams.
At least I know where it came from. It doesn’t make it
better, especially since I didn’t like the origin. It came from a deep place of
insecurity that was poked awake yesterday when my housemates arrived home. Conversations
about the mystery rodent to my inclusion of the dogs when going to Petco all
resulted in me feeling as though I had failed. I know that no one was angry
with me, but the repeated griping or disagreements messed with my apparently
fragile demeanor yesterday.
This morning I spent writing a complaint email to the dog
toy company that made claims on their stuffed roster to the tune of being able
to withstand rough play. Clearly this was bullshit being that Lily and Luna in
relatively light play managed to put a gaping hole in the backside of the
rooster within 30 minutes of play time. And this wasn’t even on a seam or weak
spot. This was smack dab in the middle of a flat area. I don’t know what I
expect from the company. I also can’t complain too much being that the toy was
free due to the checkout girl being much too distracted talking to me about my
hair to actually ring up the toy. Either way, I have been on a hunt to find
something to withstand Lily’s puppy strength that also appeals to her. She
likes the soft toys, her favorite being a very used “cooked chicken” that we
got a couple years ago for Luna as part of a Thanksgiving Feast toy set
(complete with a little corn on the cob). Shockingly that one has held up well,
but most become part of a doggy massacre with guts strewn about the floor. It
isn’t pretty.
Day two of my green tea experiment. I have decided 5 cups a
day as recommended is my challenge. I have been taking my flaxseed oil and multivitamin
as well. I know that yesterday I felt quite good. I didn’t get my standard ick
that seems to hit me every morning and I also have to say I benefitted from the
wake up of caffeine. The only real issue is that it is always warm in my office
so drinking hot tea is not great for that. Thank goodness for my super fan at
my desk.
It turns out not all purchases at Dollar Tree are worth the
savings. I had bought some fake nails because they were really cute. They didn’t
come with any adhesive. Not a huge deal in the grand scheme of things, so I
picked up a bottle of glue at target since I have been dabbling in these fake
nails for a while and one always needs glue for them. I had put them on
yesterday morning. By the time I was heading home, most had split in the
middle, forcing me to trim them down. Mind you, these are the super short
variety, so it isn’t like I had these super long crazy black lady nails. These
are just barely past my finger pad. Plus, I was quite careful with them. I wasn’t
doing extensive work with them aside from typing. I woke up this morning noting
that one was now gone, lost in the sea of my comfy bed. Crap. What makes it
worse is that the others don’t appear to want to budge when I tried to just
remove them all. It figures those are all in it for the long haul. I guess it
is time to soak my fingers later.
Dax is all excited for his birthday shindig. I suppose I
should send out the invites to his class. I will do that today. He is happy to
have the party at home as a pool party/bounce house party with a Pokemon theme.
We even found a Pokemon jumper and he was thrilled. Time to start picking up
random Pokemon items.
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