Friday Podcast Late... What A Week

This week has been one for the record books. Just about everything that could go bad has.

I: I am off my diet for a time. I got majorly sick. My main rule of dieting, diets are on hold when sick. It's not a good time to be depriving your body of the materials it needs to get better. I have lost 12 pounds so far before getting sick, but might have gained some of it back. Only a pound or two, but still a bummer.

2: I got a call on Monday informing me that my grandmother was ill and was not expected to last much longer. She did manage to hold on for longer than they thought, but passed away on Valentine's Day at 4am. Yet another reason for me to hate the holiday.

C: Due to my grandmother's passing, we had to truck down to Illinois for the funeral. Because of the short notice, we could not bring all the dogs. So 3 of them, our dogs and not the foster, were boarded. Before they could be boarded, they needed a vaccination first. Which meant that the Ulric, who is afraid of people, needed to go to the vet and get a vaccine pushed up his nose. Being afraid of people and especially afraid of females made the visit even more fun when both vet techs giving the vaccine were female. After muzzling Ulric just in case, they held him down for the vaccine... and he promptly peed all over one of the vet techs. Oddly, after this took place he is much more approachable around the wife and myself. Weird.

0100: Thursday, the day we were preparing to go down to Illinois, was also the day that our foster dog Nudge was to lose his manhood. Or doghood. Either way, we had to go pick him up after the fun at the vets for our dogs. After the vet visit, it was snowing. And snow in Madison means everyone forgets how the hell to drive in that new thing called "snow" and become idiots on the road. Because our vet is in McFarland and the foster vet is in Verona, we got to take the beltline in that wonderful weather. I was about to hurt multiple people by the time we got there. Then the drive home was even better since we had to drive through downtown, another bastion for oh-my-god-it's-snowing-so-i-will-bloody-freak-out drivers. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper when we got home.

e. On Friday, we get ready to drive down to Illinois. While the wife was in the shower, I go downstairs to locate some socks. When downstairs, I notice the infamous basement lake has appeared again. >.< style="font-style: italic;">$10,000 depending on the pipe damage.

2x+4=16: Also on Friday, we notice the brand new fridge, delivered on the 4th of this month, has failed. The cooling thing-a-magig does not work. All food in fridge and freezer is now spoiled. And it smells. bad... no.... BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD I am so not looking forward to cleaning that out. Anyone have a gas mask I can borrow? One saving grace, the smell is not able to get out of the fridge unless you open it. One bad point about the good point, in order to clean it out, one has to open it. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Damn it.

Swans A-swimming: Nudge might have worms. :-/

Acht: Tomorrow, in the 6-12" of snow coming, I have to go pickup the dogs in a van that handles in the snow like a fat man on a diet at an all-you-can eat dessert buffet.

Lastly: When I get home, the cats have used one of the dogs pads as a litter box. Adding to the lovely smell and the general disaster area feel of the house. Seriously, hurricane ravaged homes in New Orleans could be marginally cleaner than our house right now.

I give up.