It's been stormy and tornado-y all week. Nice lead up to Easter. Add to that the dog got bitten by a spider and her infected wound was impressive. I almost took pictures of it but for some reason couldn't bring myself to do that.
I think I thought taking photos of it getting worse would make her die faster... That makes sense, right?
Instead, I just took pictures of her when she started looking better!
This really was her version of improvement.
She even had what I called seizures of the head and mouth but no other part of her body. Her teeth crashing together was so loud you couldn't hear yourself as you lost your sh*t. Her eyes were with me the whole time, which was a new one for us. She's epileptic, so she's had seizures, but never like this. Where she was still mentally there and therefore she's even more freaked out than I was.
Not good. Those stopped after the second day, which was about the time her wound really kicked it up a notch. By wound, I mean gigantic growing hole in her body. There were vet visits and panic attacks and a husband who was helpful most of the time.
Although he did say things right before we'd go to bed like, "I hope she gets to keep her leg" which sort of crossed out all the times he was helpful. I mean, I didn't want to sleep that much anyway, so thank you, Honey.
We continue to be lucky. The meds did their job and the wound is healing well.
We didn't have any storm damage to the house or lose electric during the beginning and middle of the week during the storms.
Friday, when most of the tornado damage happened around town, the eye of 2 storms coming into the area at the same time were just north of us and just south of us. We were in this tiny pocket where it wasn't too bad. Of course, we didn't really know how bad it was everywhere else. If I had known, we'd probably have taken cover Friday night just for the hell of it. I don't seriously consider that very often since throwing 9 cats into a cage in the basement under the stairs, grabbing the 80 pound gimpy dog, and commandeering my husband is something that I guess I'll only do if I actually hear on channel 5 that there is a tornado coming down our street.
I am sure I kept the weather at bay by screaming "NO!" every time the lights flickered. Which was a lot.
In other words, the hubby's plans to go in and work during the holiday weekend because "no one will be there to bother me!" was shot down by this happy wife. Give them time to at least start the clean up, please, Dear.
This meant the hubby had the good television for his Easter gaming. Clutching my recently delivered Justified season 1 blu-ray disks, I only let myself be devastated for several long seconds before retreating to a book and a marathon of the new Game Show Network's Drew Carey improv show.
We watched 2 movies together downstairs between all the video gaming and soccer. The King's Speech. Which was *THUD* oh, sorry, I just had another bout of narcolepsy there.
Helena Bonham Carter was as normal as I've ever seen her!
*Sits up straighter, proud of glowing review*
We then immediately watched Ninja Assassin. Like, we didn't even get up and break for snacks. That was sort of a weird transition.
I have to say the gore was magnificent in that movie. I am also pretty sure the main character was shirtless for most of the movie, but I can't be sure since I was so focused on his beautiful, beautiful hair. What this movie lacked in story and dialog, it made up for in blood and guts and pieces of people flying everywhere. It was awesome.
I made the traditional Easter meal of steaks and baked potatoes. My husband says I cannot get steaks well-done enough for him, so last time, when I say I cooked, I really mean I cooked those steaks. Like a boss.
I did the same this time. Set off all the smoke alarms but those suckers didn't have any pink in them. I sort of feel like the "You can't get them done enough for me" is a challenge, I guess. Challenge accepted!
I ate a Cadbury Cream Egg and he talked about how one of his coworkers really wanted him to go on an Easter egg hunt. He was very enthusiastic about it. We're both sort of confused about that and neither one of us could figure out why my adult Islamic husband should either A) go to one or B) have one at home.
Although I did say if he wanted to buy more Easter candy and hide it around the kitchen for me, he was more than welcome. There is no such thing as too many Cadbury Cream Eggs.
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