Okay, cannot post the photo's because am currently devoid of both my computer and electricity. Bad
So you know Murphy's law? Yeah... Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Murphy must HATE me. Started on the weekend, went over to Tiff's, goofed off in Tiff's pool, and ended up hitting my nose on the bottom of the pool when I dived too steep.
Didn't hurt as bad as a broken nose, so I figured it was fine. At least till I woke up on sunday morning with my face looking like someone had doodled in black marker accross the bridge of my nose. I look ridiculus. Oh, and also OW. Really freaking sore to top it off.
So I wrote it off as bad luck, saw my sister and my dad off when they left for the week. Going to the cottage in Dad's case, and a forensics course in Bry's case and thought to myself, 'Hmmm, whole week alone in the house, not too bad of a schedule this week at work. Nice, should be fun.'
Then Aslan wandered into my room on Monday morning wimpering his head off and stinking of rancid skunk. Poor dumb dog got a blast full in the face and decided to come inside and spread the misery with his loving family. Grr. So I phone in that I was going to be late for work and promptly tossed said puppy into a bath of all the Tomato products I could scrounge together. My dog is not a pleasure to bathe under the best of circumstances, he's big, fluffy, strong and really doesn't like baths at all.
Add to that him being miserable and in pain on account of being skunked and you have one very big, fluffy, strong pain in the ass. He pretty much tore apart my arms trying to escape and managed to cover me in tomato sauce in the proccess.
So I'm scrubbing the dumb mutt down, when I hear the phone, I race out to answer it to hear a furious summons from my boss wanting to know if I plan to come in today and I hear the dog escape behind me. Not. Good. When dogs get something on their face, they use their paws on it and rub their faces in the ground to get rid of it. Or in this case: he rubbed his tomato covered,skunk reeking face into the upstairs carpet.
Not a good morning. So I hose him off, lock him outside, clean up and head into work. Work was HELL that day, problems left, right and center and me already in a bad mood is not a good combination.
So I get home, cul up with a good book and a mug of tea and then the power goes out. All night. There was a HUGE storm up by caledon, really REALLY bad. As in, after the power went out, I went to retrieve our lawn furniture and errant smelly dog and nearly got hit by a fucking falling tree!!
*Deep Breath*
And now it is wednesday, I am still without power, without any real food since I can't cook anything, stuck alone in a smelly house with a miserable smelly dog and very little to do.
And the weeks only half over....
Oh gods I'm gonna be in a coma by friday with this luck.
Meru at 6:09 PM