EOM

Eh, I just have nothing to say. I still have a crying hangover from yesterday. Although right before bed I read Liz’s post and followed the link over to Hyperbole and a Half. I love H&1/2 but hadn’t seen this particular post. It made me laugh so hard I couldn’t breathe. This, EXACTLY. Not only has this happened to me hundreds of times but it is obvious I get this from my dad. In my mind I can picture dozens of times where he lost his shit over something nonsensical after a day of frustration. What I’m wondering now is, next time this happens will I start giggling and get over it? Or, is there no stopping the sneaky hate spiral?

1994 – 2011

Fleas

This will be known as the great flea infestation of 2011. For a house for four cats, we have been lucky to escape without any real flea issues until now. I have no idea where they originally came from but I would surely like to turn back the clock and correct whatever happened. The vet assured us that fleas this year are a beast everywhere so I guess we shouldn’t feel singled out.

This has been going on now pretty much the entire summer. We spent several weeks where we’d vacuum daily and use a flea comb to comb out each cat every night. We’ve broken down and used that chemical mess you get at the vet monthly for the cats for the last several months. At one point it seemed like it was a *little* better. But alas we are in the middle of another outbreak and I am done. I sat in a dark bedroom looking at my laptop last night and I could see the little fuckers jumping around on the screen. So today I devoted to purging them from our bedroom. This will be our stronghold from which I hope to branch out and eventually conquer those little hopping assholes. I must have done twenty loads of laundry today. It if is made of fabric and can be shoved in my front loader, it has gone in. I’ve vacuumed, I’ve dusted, I’ve Frontlined the cats. I’ve put down borax on furniture. If this doesn’t work we’re going to either move to a hotel or burn down the house and rebuild. Really, I’m not picky which.