My work day yesterday was okay. I got my walk in the afternoon. The weather was perfect and I had my headphones in. Most of the walk back was just David Bowie’s Queen Bitch on repeat because, let’s face it, it’s a fucking great song.
M picked me up after work and we went to Applebees. We had a great waitress. I ate a ton of riblets and french fries. We were there far longer than I wanted, but that’s a given. I like to eat and run, M likes to luxuriate over a meal. We got home and walked Ernest, who was thrilled to see me, after being left behind when we went to Sam’s Club in the AM, and then was left behind again when M left to pick me up. It’s a long day for a small dog. I went to bed shortly after we got home, so I could read and snuggle with Ernie. That was all good and well, until I woke up at 1am to the sound of him pissing on the carpet next to my bed. Couldn’t piss on the pee pad, or even just right on the plastic flooring. I have no idea even how to clean piss out of carpet. Thankfully, we are not like you fancy people with wall to wall carpeting, and the carpet I’m talking about is a large offcut of carpet that I hoarded from Tracy’s new office, so I have the benefit of lifting it up and getting underneath it to sop up the excess pee. So, I blotted off what I could, ran water through it, catching it at the bottom with more paper towel, then heavily spritzed it with that anti-pee spray, and left yet more paper towel underneath to catch what it could. We don’t have any carpet cleaner. Any suggestions on what else I could do? I’m tempted to just cut that part of the carpet away and toss it. I love carpet, but I’m just way to skeeved about things being spilled on it or animals peeing on it. I really don’t think I could ever have carpet in my own home.
That was a lot of pee talk.
It’s Friday, and I am relieved. This week felt long, and yet I am slightly surprised that Friday has arrived.
I am eagerly collecting my 1099s and my W-2 and preparing to lodge my tax return. Because I had so many medical expenses this year, I should be able to claim a bunch of them that are over the threshold, so my fears of ending up with a tax bill are abating. The medical bills I have would easily destroy any tax bill. I just don’t know what to expect, to be honest, but I want to know sooner rather than later because I am an impatient little sod.
Must remove half drunk water bottles from the car today. It’s supposed to get cold, and I noticed yesterday that the bottle in the boot of the car was frozen. I don’t need a thin, plastic water bottle cracking and water spilling everywhere, and I feel like that’s something that is in my near future.
Back on my diet today. I binged yesterday morning on snacks and junk. Naughty. This morning I had my shake, and I have the option of another shake for lunch or some low cal green beans (obsessssssssed), tuna, soup, mandarins and of course, all the teaaaaaaa. I like weird combinations of food, and so tuna and canned green beans (splashed with Tabasco) is actually a great lunch, in my opinion. M will prepare a balanced meal for dinner, so that’s fine.