We’re having problems. I couldn’t go in, couple days ago, S.M. had to come to my house (trust issues!) to haul my naked ass off the floor.
Got flea stuff for Monkey. Didn’t open properly, got it all over his fur, not into his skin. He started licking, got a quick shower, now he’s licking more (of course) but I have to go to work.
There are wet towels all over my house, I’m terrified that I’ve accidentally poisoned my sweet Monks in the interest of not getting fucking bugs in the house - one of my co-workers is absolutely to blame - and my mother is still on my case about not getting my phone working, and I swear, I’m trying to work without throwing up.