-This flea infestation has been The Worst. After a few days of not seeing so many, I went down into the basement (which has been a relative safe spot) and had a bunch jump on my ankles. Then, while vacuuming the little fuckers up, I accidentally vacuumed a quarter and now we need a new vacuum cleaner. Is there another verb to use in place of "vacuum"?
-I can't stop looking at people's teeth. I usually look at someone's teeth before I look at their eyes. I think teeth are my favorite feature. The other day I met this woman with a cute cloth-diapered baby and I asked if she made the baby's soaker. When she opened her mouth to speak to me, her teeth were all brown and rotten, and I think I visibly recoiled. Must work on that.
-We had lovely little cookout last night. The conversation got around to blogs, and visitors to blogs. I really want to know why there have been so many downloads of
this picture. Because really? It's a crappy photo of a crappy photo.
-I cut off all of my hair. There's a 19-inch long ponytail sitting on my bookshelf now. The hairdresser did a crappy job. I asked for
this and she gave me
this. Then she cut it again and gave me yet another haircut I didn't like. I left the salon before she could fuck it up more, and then spent a day in the most foul mood. I had no clue that a bad haircut could make me feel so terrible. I took a disposable razor to it and ended up with a haircut I can live with.
-When I went to pick Hannah up at camp, this boy came up to her and declared that another camper had been "hitting on him" the whole week. I've never heard a ten-year-old use that phrase. It sounded absolutely fucking ridiculous.
-I am working both Saturday and Sunday this weekend. It was that or come home from vacation a day early to do a Sunday shift. The last shiftlet I worked was crazy. My patient was fully dilated for the entire time I was there, which meant I did 19 run-downs, charted/did: 2 straight caths, 2 epidural boluses, 3 IV boluses, 2 vomit clean-ups, 4 cervical checks, and calmed one angry and frustrated husband. Tonight I know I'm the labor nurse, and I'm hoping that no one actually has or comes close to having a baby.
-I wrote this entire blog entry because I am procrastinating. I should be in the basement vacuuming and spraying
toxic chemicals. I couldn't actually bring myself to read the wiki for permethrin, lest I decide it's too toxic to use.