Today is a big day at my house. The groomer is coming to give Molly a bath and a haircut. Molly, is absolutely terrified, so I have been tormenting her all day with "Yer getting a bath!". In response she's been giving me the wide-eyed intense look of sheer terror, indicating that she knows exactly what Im talking about. The poor dog has, in the past, peed on me when I picked her up to hand her to the groomer, and she is not a dog who pees when there's something going on.
After that, Paul and I are going to get our nails filled in. Karla is coming with us because one of hers fell off, and I think Jenelle might be coming as well.
Then I will officially be broke.
I should call my lawyer tomorrow.
{Wednesday, January 18}
