Strange Mumbers Thisway
It’s a sickness, I suppose, how I am driven to participate in Kia’s mumbers game.
1 The number of cups of urine Sophie (our Boston Terrier puppy) decided to empty onto her ex-sofa. (She gave it to me after it was nearly destroyed in the tornado; yet it is in fine shape and quite lovely.) The “liquid” quickly soaked into the pad and the foam. I ripped it off and rushed it to the cleaners who promised to put a plethora of tinctures guaranteed to possibly eradicate the smell and potentially not shrink the cushion covers. Of course there is no guarantee. Is there ever?
Edward to dry cleaner: “How did you escape from North Korea? Don’t you think it’s weird how Kim Jong Ill worships his father Kim Song Ill?”
1 Number of dog bites I received last week, but not from my dog. We invited some friends over to hunt for tadpoles, a favorite past time and actual money-making scheme. (I’ll have to tell that story later.) While securing the gate after our hunting venture was over, our neighbor’s usually docile dog cleared the fence, grasped my arm and clamped down, leaving a deep tooth mark and slight scratch. She didn’t “break the blood” so I felt somewhat safe from infection. I did call my neighbor to let him know, and he assured me that she was a gentle creature, wouldn’t hurt a fly and probably became overexcited by all the children tadpole hunting. Yes, this makes me feel so much better. He did promise that he would be putting in an electric fence inside the perimeter of his actual fence once school is out.
2 Number of hours we waited at the pediatrician’s to have Joseph’s tick bite assessed. I’m not an alarmist when it comes to bites normally but with four close friends plagued by Lyme disease, I can’t be too careful. So when Joseph announced that the speck of dirt he found stuck to his arm was actually a tick, we all acted quickly. We left with some super-expensive ($70.00) anti-bacterial cream. Let me just say that we’ll be applying this salve to every open wound we encounter! Banish thee MSRA bacteria!
April is the cruelest month.
And yes, April is looking to be a very cruel month indeed.
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