Oh, and I did forget to mention that I asked H if he could take his dog (a nearly 17 year old Golden Retriever mix) to the emergency vet today. She has a hard time swallowing and is making an awful noise. H didn't even look at the dog until I said something, then commented she's just whining. I corrected him and said nope, she can't breathe. H is too busy tonight to help his dog, but will try to come by tomorrow to take her. So, Tonight, while I'm doing Easter Bunny duty, I will have to find time to carry his dog to the ER so they can bill me to tell me that she's old and should have been put down anytime over the last 3 years - exactly what I said to H over the last 3 years. When will I ever wake up from this nightmare of my H's making?!
OK, stepping away from the computer and when I come back I will feel better! Thanks for letting me vent.
Me: 42 H: 44 M: 17 1/2 T: 19 1/2 S: 14 D: 10 D: 8 Dog: 16-17 (very old & H's responsibility, live w/ me) 1st Bomb (I need space): 2/3/12 2nd Bomb (ILYBNILWY): 2/11/12 Moved out: 2/12/12
