lights, camera....drama!

First it was flea drama...three cats with fleas, a day spent driving sick cats around to different vet hospitals, a huge vet bill, and flea bombing the apartment. Emma was so sick she required a blood transfusion. That was worrisome. Then flea bombing the apartment, pee-yu! The cats had to stay somewhere else while the fog of flea poisioning did it's work. Then afterwards we had all the windows open and the fan going . By the time I got home from work the apartment was freezing (and stinky)!

But Emma is back home, the other cats have stopped scratching and we are flea free for now, hopefully.

Then it was work drama. We were treated to a lecture from a mother about how we were emotionally supressing her two young boys by not allowing them to have a color sheet and crayons. And if we did not let them color they would behave badly for the rest of the day and blame her. Ummm, okay. She was very sincere when she told us how hard it was for boys to express emotion, and that the "color sheet" incident would have serious repercussions. But since her youngest boy was throwing a temper tantrum at check out I think they'll be okay, and not require therapy.

It's enough to make you want to scream, but we just smile , and hand over the crayons instead. Talk about being emotionally supressed.

So my stress bucket overfloweth. (I think I must have borrowed it from my friend, and any time she wants to come and get it I will gladly let it go...) However, last night after the flea mess was cleaned up I had a chance at my own mental therapy. I turned on the space heaters (man it was cold in the apartment), lit a fire in the fireplace, wrapped up in a couple of blankets, made a comfy nest of pillows, and watched "Miracle on 34th Street". I think it worked just as well as a bucket of crayons.