Monday, July 13, 2009
After losing Jezebel to an anesthesia problem, I am just this side of a meltdown fretting because Pearl is going in to be spayed in the morning. Husband seems somewhat alarmed and I suspect he is wondering how he can get me to take a sedative. He kept trying to get me to drink a glass of wine, earlier. I finally gave in but insisted on only half a glass. Well, it was full when he handed it to me and he gave me some lame excuse about the glass being so small that it didn't matter.
Sometimes I suspect his soul is not as pure as he insists.
Our vet is five minutes away and after 8:00 p.m., no one will be there. Pearl will just be in a crate, by herself, in pain, in a strange place with sick creatures, maybe a werewolf and no internet access. We had to twist their arm to get them to let us bring Evelyn home and husband was the one who convinced them. It was not easy. He expects me to convince them to let Pearl come home and I am sure I will just let them run over me. It is hard to believe I am actually licensed to practice law in two states. She is getting laser surgery so maybe they will be more open to letting her come home, tomorrow. I plan to bring one of her crates to the main floor and sleep down here with her so she won't have to take the stairs for a few days.
She is also getting a microchip.
I went to the hair dresser, today, and asked them to trim my hair, keep a blunt cut and under no circumstances, give me bangs or layer it. I agreed to letting them cut 2inches. I insisted NO COLOR.
They asked me at least a dozen time if I wanted color, cut four inches, left me just past bang length, layered the hell out of it and I am steamed. When he got home, Husband said, "Oh, you have a Gidget hairdo!!" And now he doesn't understand why I don't think he is an absolute riot. He also nixed the idea of me moving back home to Oklahoma several years ahead of him. I apparently have no say about anything.
One of the judges gave me another custody case with a fast turn around. I am beginning to think I will have to be accused of child molestation to get them to stop sending me cases. Like I said, no one listens to me.
I am in a bad mood.