We have fleas. Well more specifically, Weber, Baxter, Slocombe, and Caliope have fleas. It is so bad that we had to hire an exterminator to get rid of them. They are all on flea medicine, we have tried sprays and powders to de-flea our humble abode. Nothing has worked. I blame it on global warming. Our lack of winter didn't kill the fleas. I researched it, on Wikipedia (which is 100% accurate, y'know). Anyway, apparently a climate needs at least 2 weeks (preferably longer) in a deep freeze to kill all the bugs and allergens. We had a lot of snow at the end of last winter, but we were'nt ever really cold for long spells. So now we are having all this trouble. The dogs are miserable, scabs all over, and poor Baxter has even drawn blood from scratching and biting so hard. Damn Al Gore!!!
Since I'm at it, I am blaming global warming on me not finding a job. How it that possible? Well if we weren't having such nice weather this summer,with no rain, and sunny days, I'd be more inclined to search harder. How's that for an excuse? Seriously though, I have had two decent interviews this week. Keep your fingers, toes, and nether regions crossed for me. One is in a call center. Not glamorous, but I can sit, and it seems like a good job. The other is in retail, naturally (the only thing I am qualified for apparently). I was apprehensive about working there, but have changed my mind. The GM is great, the company is VERY gay, even offering domestic partner insurance, and I love the products. It will be hard for me to stand all day and doing displays will be challenging physically, but I would like it there. We'll see.
OK, I've done enough Lothianizing (that's my new word for bitching). Due to popular demand, by popular demand I mean 3 people, I am doing some other specialized boyfriend lists. The 80's went so over well, I am working on a 70's and 90's lists. Stay tuned, they are coming soon to blog near you.
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