FLEAS!!

When we first got Jazz I thought "oh yay! A starter baby!" ... and then I realized she was 4 years old with tons of medical problems. Oh rescue dogs, how cute and problem ridden you are.

Jazz has fleas. Lots and lots of them. When the vet called me with the answer to the itching he said in a super condescending voice "Jazz has lots of fleas ... did you not notice how irritated her skin is?" This voice is why I don't go to the dentist (pretend you didn't read that.) But really, I don't really go to the dentist ... they always make me feel so bad about everything. Like it's my fault my irish ancestors gave me weak enamel. And don't get me started about the eye doctor. They know I can't read the chart! I couldn't read it last year and I can't read it now, have some compassion. So no, I did not notice that her skin was super irritated.

But here I am, defleaing my apartment. I am not happy about this fact ... I am so unhappy that I call up Boyfriend and yell "you have to get back here! I can't be a single mom by my ..." And then I trail off because Chilean miner #2 has just been pulled out of the earth and is bouncing around like he won the lotto. And I'm whining about defleaing an apartment. Ugh.

Okay, okay ... lesson learned. Maybe just shut up and do "wife like" things. Maybe don't complain about things that though totally gross, are totally funny when you look back at them. Right? Looking back at capturing blood sucking bugs that feast on their own feces will be funny in a couple days ... right? Until the next flea infestation ...

(btw how cute is jazz getting a flea bath??)