Early morning conversations...

After reading the supportive comments below, eating copious amounts of pills, random bawling spells, a touch of retail therapy and sleeping a lot….I’m feeling a bit better. Many thanks to the well wishers (and the manufactures of Klonopin, Zoloft and valerian). Sometimes rescue can be a real kick in the junk (especially when you work with animals that are already compromised)!

Oh, and yes, I’d be happy to adopt a little (but mighty) Dyck- assuming he‘s house trained.

And now I think I’d like to share a moment of retardation in the Aza household…

3am…

He says (while violently flipping the bathroom light switch): “Hey, I think the switch is broken!”

I say: It’s 3am leave it alone until tomorrow.

He says (while stomping into the bedroom to go to bed): “Damn switch”

9am…

I say to myself (while walking into the bathroom): *sigh* “I’m going to be so pissed if I have to replace that switch!”

I say to myself (while flipping said switch on and off once and going pee): “1- go to the hardware store and purchase a new switch. 2- cut main breaker. 3- replace switch. 4- triple check connections for safety. 5- turn main breaker back on. 6- and then there was light!"

I say to myself (while grimacing at my morning breath and walking into the kitchen): “Yeah, seems simple enough but you’ve got to account for Murphy.”

I say to myself (while searching for and finding a light bulb in the cleaning supply cabinet): *sigh* “Yep, Murphy’s law…when something goes wrong in this house it’s never a simple fix. Maybe I should buy extra stuff while I‘m at the hardware store.”

I say to myself (while changing the bathroom light bulb): “And corn for the squirrel feeders outside.”

I say to myself (while flipping the switch): “Oh! I can check the new herbs they’re getting in for my herb garden…this year that garden is gonna rock! I think I’ll start a strawberry bed too.”

I say to myself (as the light turns on): “Then again I could always go back to bed and gloat.....Heh, screw you Murphy!”

I say (now back in bed): “Hey ding-dong, there’s nothing wrong with the switch- the light bulb had blown”

He says: “*grumble*” (something unintelligible)

I say to myself (while rolling over to watch T.V.): “I sure am altruistic, considering I married a retard and all.”