Or perhaps the more appropriate title to this post is “Most Expensive Weekend On Record.”
No joke.
On Friday night my beloved dog, molly (of who I am obsessed with) started throwing up and acting really weird. Naturally, this always happens right as this night-owl is going to bed at midnight, so… awesome. She ended up in the animal hospital and the 3am x-ray showed the vet and I that she had a tummy full of rocks. ROCKS. Take a minute to think about this: the dog went out the dog door, took a stroll around the yard, and decided that rocks sounded more appetizing than the food inside. She had to spend the night in the pet hospital, followed by all day Saturday, and then came home Saturday night on puke watch 24/7. She still has a tummy full of rocks so one puke from her and the only option left is surgery. Ugh!
Home. Bandaged leg and all
Meanwhile, I proved that my iPhone is just no match for a tile floor. I completely shattered the screen on it when it flew out of my hand as I was trying to hang it up. So one trip to the Apple store and a new phone later, Angel suggested I get one of these cases for it:
Big and Bulky, and possibly bomb proof
So that’s awesome.
Saturday over. I assume we’ve crossed the annoying, expensive threshold. Incorrect assumption.
On Sunday morning Angel’s headed to the old house to make a few minor repairs before the renters move in on Thursday and I’m sitting up in the loft scrapbooking (duh) with Molly curled up next to me still on suicide watch….. BAM! Angel backed into the garage door. Broken door, broken car, 100% annoying. So I spent Sunday trying to get garage repair men out to the house to fix our house.
Most people enjoy weekends. I was DYING (thankfully not literally) for this one to end! The Rivas household should live in a plastic bubble. That may be safest for everyone.
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