Sucky Night

We have picked a name for our puppy. Provided nothing else strikes our fancy between now and then we’re going to call her Sara.

Last night kinda sucked. First I went to the eye doctor. I hate going to the eye doctor b/c I always get chewed out for over-wearing my contacts. I’d even been wearing them less than before too but apparently not less enough. They also chewed me out for not coming in for three years. I hadn’t been back because we didn’t have the money to buy the contacts there. Plus they chewed me out b/c apparently I was supposed to come back in three months after my last visit but I wasn’t told that so I didn’t. But of course they wouldn’t accept that I wasn’t told that and accused me of just blantantly not following directions. I left the contact fitting rather pissed and they gave me a new brand so I have to go back and see that bitchy lady in a week. And as punishment for not following orders my prescription now expires after one year so I can no longer use 1-800 contacts to replace my contacts CHEAPLY. I have to go in and get raped up the ass even if my prescription is still serving me fine.

After the contact experience I got new frames and stuff. But when I went to pick them up after one hour they sent me home with the wrong glasses. Me and someone else in the store had picked out frames that were very similar and they screwed up and mixed them up. I got home, took out my contacts and put my glasses on and realized, uh-oh, I can’t see. So back we went and they were waiting for me. They gave me a box of cleaner as an I’m sorry parting gift but I wasn’t angry or anything. I was actually rather amused and just happy I was dealing with the glasses people and not the evil contact lady.

When we finally got home I went to the bathroom to check out my glasses in a decent mirror and heard hubby yell something to the effect of “What the Hell!” I charged out of the bathroom and into the office to find my husband bent over his lizard cage (a 10 gallon glass aquarium) that had been knocked onto the floor and was resting in many peices on the wood floor. Sally, our little devil cat, had knocked the lizard cage onto the floor. Hubby picked up the peices of the cage, vaccumed and tested out the lights which were surprisingly enough, still in working order. The humidistat and stuff was broken so if he decides to get another lizard that and the tank are the only things that need replacing. What sucks is that we have no clue where the lizard is. I don’t think the cats got her because Sally has been wandering around like she’s looking for something. So our guess is that she’s still free somewhere in the office. Hubby popped open the lid to the cricket cage (they can’t jump high enough to get out) in case she is free in there, maybe a hungry tummy will lure her into the cricket cage or something. We shut the office door to keep the cats out. If we don’t find her within a week though we can pretty much figure she’s starved to death. Very sad, I really hope she turns up. I really didn’t think Devil cat would be able to knock the tank over but the little shit surprised us.

After cleaning up the lizard mess we sat down to watch Boston public and I realized. “Wait a sec, I haven’t seen Casper this evening.” After 20 minutes of searching we found Casper in the bathroom storage area, stuck between a board and the bathtub. That board was there to keep the cats out from behind the bathtub but Casper must have gotten desperate and jumped off the box fans we have in storage to get behind the board. He, of course, couldn’t get back out. My guess is that he’d been back there since late Sunday night, nearly 24 hours. Casper is the kind of cat that you don’t always see. He spends a lot of time by himself so it’s not unusual to not see him before work and stuff so I didn’t think anything of it. We got him out, he was fine. He started meowing and purring when he saw us and playing with our fingers as we ran them over the top edge of the board trying to figure out how to get him out. I finally managed to pull him out. He happily ate some food and drank some water and he slept next to me all night last night. Poor little guy.

I felt like such a bad mommy last night. I was like ok, 2 pet crisis’s in one night and here we are talking about getting a puppy? *sigh* Of course, it’s not like things like this happen all the time. My babies are at the top of my priority list and I always make sure to check on them in the morning before work. Casper I would sometimes not worry about b/c like I said, he doesn’t always hang around where he’s easy to spot but from now on I’m going to make sure I even find him.