The week had initially kicked off Sunday morning with a home-made delicious Aunt Susie breakfast in Hampstead. The weather was gorgeous and it could not have been more relaxing. After such a wonderful weekend, nothing could have brought me down. The week ahead of me consisted of the usual work schedule as well as an eight day stay in Cary pet sitting three dogs, two cats, a big gray fish, numerous lured- in front porch hummingbirds, and, of course, the added company of my little three legged Boston Terrier, Chewie. Everything was going smoothly upon my arrival to my temporary home Sunday evening. I quickly mastered the sugar-water recipe designated for filling the hummingbird feeders and looked forward to a fresh cup of chilled Starbucks coffee that awaited me following morning.
Monday was fairly uneventful, excluding the expected minivan jammed traffic to and from work. (Which reminds me of how much I am annoyed by those little stickers people place on the back of their cars that are silhouettes of their immediate family and pets-- especially the ones with the added mickey mouse ears... that's just not necessary.) After developing a successful routine to keep Harley the Basset Hound, also known as "the land shark", from devouring the contents of the other pet's dinners, I was off to bed with a fabulous Sunday and "just another Monday" behind me.
I awoke Tuesday morning to a rather foul smell... a smell all to familiar... a smell that every pet sitter dreads. As I walked down the stairs, I caught a glimpse of something resembling a pancake on the floor in the hall. This was no pancake. I curved around the banister, and there I found the culprit. By this time, Harley was at the stage in some sort of stomach disturbance that evidenced he was not even able to hold down water. I examined the ruins and made the decision that he was going to the vet. Harley had somehow ingested some sort of white rag. Part of it was lying on the dining room floor- and the other half was pictured on the X-Ray screen at Swift Creek Animal Hospital. I was late for work and the fate for poor Harley was questionable for the remainder of the day. Fortunately, Harley pulled it through. The rag somehow made it out of his stomach and disappeared from all radiographic images. His tailed wagged as I arrived to pick him up after work. He panted with a smirking expression on his face as he stretched for a feel of the wind blowing through the back seat windows. We made our way back to the homestead and Harley had not a worry in the world. I had made it through the the most torturous Tuesday.
On Wednesday morning, Harley was doing just fine. He was rid of the rag and only concerned with when breakfast was being served. I rushed to make it out the door as Harley howled and the other dogs trecked along behind every move of my morning routine. I was able to hit the road with extra time allotted for any "Mickey Mouse minivans" that were likely to slow down my commute. I had not made it two miles down the curvy Green Hope Church Road when it happened. I had my radio tuned to WQDR and was excited to hear Brad Paisley's voice serenading through my speakers (I was, and still am, looking forward to his concert this coming weekend.) As I rounded the curve, I could see a car stopped at the stop sign perpendicular to my lane in the crossroad ahead. Well, this car must have not seen me, for just as I made my way to the intersection (which for me, involved no stop sign) the other car decided to gun it... and into my BRAND NEW Accord they gunned. My hand pressed on the horn as I attempted to steer out the inevitable path of my beloved new car. CRUSH-POOF! My new car was crunched both in on the front and back passenger sides and my airbag deployed. I jumped from my car in fear that the smoke from the airbag was originating from an about to explode engine. I was fortunate to be okay, and the pajama-wearing woman who had just hit me did not seem the least concerned with how I was. Although I was happy to see that she was alright, but rather annoyed with her lack of compassion. Well-- I was in C.A.R.Y. What more could be expected???
The remainder of the day involved me trying to initiate the steps of having my car repaired along with the dealings involving the other party's insurance company and their arrangements for a rental for me to drive. It was not until 5:30pm that Enterprise Car Rental informed me they finally had a 'sutible' car ready for me. I now have the pleasure of sporting a red Chevy HHR with Florida license tags and a coconut scented Yankee Candle air freshener. REALLY? They promised to possibly upgrade me to the Seabring by Monday. Oh Joy, now I'll be in a ride that the TV series "The Office" sees fit for the one and only Michael Scott. Hello nerd mobiles for the next month!
So how have I made it through this week without going completely crazy? Well, of course, I have my faith, my parents, and my dog... but there are some other things I've realized I unconsciously turn to in stressful times:
Cape Cod potato chips with ketchup... yum.
Old Kenny Chesney Songs... they take me back
Jersey Shore... makes me feel better about myself, ha
Diet Mt Dew... I think this beverage makes me less ADD
Pedicures...biggest prob becomes choosing between Cajun shrimp or royal red polish
Home Goods.... I found new 500 thread count sheets for 24.99!
BBM...friends at my fingertips!
Football...well, the Panthers are no good this year, but I can look forward to the Pack
Leighton... I have a niece coming in less than one month!!! :)
Cowgirl Boots.. I've become preoccupied with the quest find a deal before purchasing some light tan Lucchese cowgirl boots...
So, I have made it through the week thanks to the above named loves in my life. It's a new Sunday and hopefully tomorrow will be just another Monday. I have the Brad Paisley concert to look forward to on Saturday along with faces I can't wait to see there. In the mean time? Mommies with Mickey Mouse Stickers better stay out of my way!!! Now if only I could buy these boots prior to the Brad Paisley concert on Saturday....
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