A Post Without Power

I started a few hours ago writing a wondrous post about how the Toddler has successfully installed her Nagometer and has become an expert at using it, but then this Very Important Thing started (AKA the Steelers/Browns game), so the writing came to a great pause as I found my Booty Groove on the couch and stared at the big glowy thing in the living room.

Then the unthinkable happened: the power began to flicker. It seems that Ike is a Browns fan and he's bitter about those last few games. He is taking it out on us by sending us entirely too much wind, tossing some rain into the mix, and finally he managed to knock out our power for good. As I tried to convince the Toddler that she should stay in bed and keep on sleeping, despite the complete darkness and lack of lullaby music, I took a glance out her window. We live atop a very high hill and can see all of Pittsburgh from her room, and I'm thinking there aren't many people WITH power. In fact, the nearest lights appear to be well over four miles away.

Alas, I will not be driving to a location that DOES have power because it is certain to be too far. That means I am without Internet access, so I write this little update not knowing when it will actually post.

And I do it just to annoy those who hate that I post daily. Heh.

Oh, and Ike? BITE ME. Go Steelers!

A Nip Here, a Tuck There

It has been an "interesting" summer for the Bully Baby. Our dear Megara, she of very mild seasonal allergies and generally excellent health, has spent the summer pretending to be a volcano of goop and a black hole of misery. Her eyes have been all sorts of gross, her fur has been falling out in spots, and in general it seemed that four years with hardly any allergy problems was a fluke. She has been a Hot Mess.

When it became obvious that a few doses of Benadryl wasn't going to cut it, it was off to the vet where we were scolded for not keeping her allergies treated well enough. (To that I reply with a reminder that she has never needed more than ten allergy pills per year, but whatever.) Doses were upped, frequency was maintained, and . . . nothing.

It didn't help at all.

So, another trip to the vet. This time it decided that it was a case of allergies gone wild. The vet figured her allergies had gotten out of control resulting in infections. Eye drops were added to the already insane Benadryl regime.

And nothing. Still with the goopy, disgusting, make-me-vomit eyes.

So this morning Mr. Husband took Meg to the vet again. For the record, our beloved English Bulldog at the vet is a lot like a baby whale out of water. Or a 50-pound bowling ball with spastic legs. Or a toddler after eating thirty pounds of candy. SHE'S FREAKING INSANE. You can't make her stand on the table, which is sort of necessary considering she only stands about 20 inches off the ground. It usually takes half the vet clinic's staff just to pin her down to give her a shot. Trying to check out her eyes? HAHAHAHAHA! That ain't happening.

Today the vet attempted to look at her eyes, gave up, suggested more eye drops, and set a deadline. If the goop doesn't stop in the next couple of weeks? He's going to have to sedate her and figure out what about her eyelid is causing her eye to be all pissed off.

His hunch? She needs plastic surgery.

Sorry, but with a face like this? Where exactly do you start with the plastic surgery?

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In case you hadn't heard, we're donating all September ad revenue to the Flight 93 Memorial Fund. Your clicks mean more money, so perhaps you would like to know how the howdy Mr. Husband ever managed to convince me to get an English Bulldog in the first place?

The Wrong Time for a Sandwich

It started out innocently enough. I meandered to the back of the store in search of the elusive bargain. I figured that by mid-September, back to school items should most certainly be on clearance. And, they were! I trolled the discounted markers, marked down paper, and bargain backpacks.

And then I saw them.

The lights.

Boxes and boxes and boxes of Christmas lights. On display. Right next to the backpacks.

My head spun round and round in disbelief. Then I saw them, just past the meager Halloween costume display.

The long aisle filled with Christmas cards.

Target has a Christmas sandwich on display. In September.

EPIC FAIL.

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Reminder: we're donating all September ad revenue to the Flight 93 Memorial Fund. Perhaps this would be a good time to check out an old post or two? How about the one that proves I'm a freak about putting up Christmas stuff early. Anybody who does it before me? Is an EPIC FAIL. (I'm talking to you, Target.)