Never before in my life has a friday the 13th been unlucky. Today,
however...yes...today...has been and promises to be...hell.
I woke up this morning next to masukomi without realizing what today
was...it was just a normal day like always. It was just a friday, therfore
it should be a good day. After all, tomorrow is saturday and sleeping
in becomes an option on saturdays.
Everything seemed normal...that is, until I went to walk into the kitchen...and
saw how our dog, Hama, had graciously decided that the garbage had no
right to be in the garbage bag and that it looked much better all over
the floor. Masu and I cleaned it up...rebagging it for the third
time this week, morons that we are, and went about getting ready to walk
Before walking the dogs, however, we discussed the missing keys, the
lost bank card, and how there were no more checks in the box when we needed
Walking the dogs, Hama, the garbage lover dog, decides that she doesn't
feel like waiting to shit until we get to the park and deficates on the
sidewalk. Not too much of a big deal; she's done this before...just gross.
Walking...walking...lalala...get to the park and things go normally...Masu
lends a friend a bag for her doggie poo since she forgot one...and we head
home. On the way home, Ebony, the once angelic-never-do-anything-wrong
dog, decides to take a second shit...in the middle of the road...and us
without another bag. So home we go, Masu saying that she'll grab her scooter
and clean it up on the way to work. We get home and she leaves for work
with a baggie.
About 20 minutes later she comes online...and says that she got a flat
tire on the way to work and had to push her heavy metal scooter over four
blocks to work.
After awhile, I look down at Hama who is between my feet, and she's twitching
oddly. I watch her a little more, trying to figure out what's wrong, and
she stands, shakes and walks off. Blinking, I watch after her, thinking
she's ok...and then I hear the most disgusting sounds coming from our bedroom...and
run off to check it out.
Hama had thrown up garbage all over our bed.
I cleaned it up and went to check E2...and saw that today is Friday
Oh, yes, Virginia...there is a god. And when I find out what
his mailing address is, he's going to get a nice snail mail bomb with
his name all over it.
Oh, and, btw...it did
get worse...Masukomi got home and we had to take the garbage
eating dog, Hama, to the vet for chocolate poison
ing, where we stayed for four hours, because a hamster
with a broken leg took precidence over a poisoned dog.
You know what? Fuck you, world.