Why do things always happen at the most inopportune times?

Friday August 12th 5:00pm - 95-ish degrees - hardly any gas in my car- Josh calls me from the parking lot of Fred Meyer to tell me that his clutch went out and he needs me to call AAA for a tow. So I call to get the tow truck there and sit in my car with the a/c on, ice cream and milk (because he had been shopping) for an hour before they get there. $250+ in parts later, it is still in the garage up on the jack and I have no car all day (all week so far).

Sunday August 14th 11:00am - one hour before I am to be at work for the first time (fun part time thing, but still! My first day!) Mike (Wienerdog #1) comes into the house from the backyard rubbing on his face with his tiny ineffectual arms. Five minutes later his face looks like this ^^^^ Sorry I'm a scrapbooker what can I say - I take pictures.... SO anyways. He has done this before, although not as severely, so I had some doggie benedryl and I gave him one of those. No change. So I'm thinking, ok, he rolled in something. Start a bath while I am taking these pictures.... wash him up real good. No change. Crap. So, I wrap him up in a towel and walk him outside. My neighbors were packing up their car for a trip. I said to Guy, (thats his name - really) "Do you think this looks bad?" Hoping for a non-chalant oh no he looks fine. Instead I got the eyes wide open "Oh Shit" look and "No, you need to take him to the emergency vet right now." So I run into the house, shove the other wienerdog in the kennel grab my keys and my wallet and I am in the car with Guys wife for the ride to the vet because I didn't know where it was. I drive 80 on country backroads the whole way there - I am sure everyone I was passing thought I was a complete ass. 15 minutes (and what felt like and eternity later) we showed up to the vet.

Now I don't know what I was expecting. Someone to come running out the door to whisk my baby away for emergency surgery I guess.... instead I got a vet and three nurses giggling at my poor swollen dog. I was appalled for about 1 second before I realized it must not be that bad, they've seen bad and this ain't it. So for the first time in about 30 minutes I took a deep breath and laughed at my poor swollen wiener too.

Ironic twist - or just weird thing I am not good at using the term irony... the woman I was going to work for in less than an hour was at the emergency vet with her cat!! It had gotten in a tussle with a dog a week earlier and they pulled a tooth out of the poor cat's rear end. That had to even up the score between them a little bit.

On another note - I interviewed for a "real" job yesterday. At the end of the interview he told me that he graduated with the same major as me, the same year as me from college! Please let that give me some points. I won't hear anything until next week - so please think good thoughts for me.

Later!