Maisy's home
DH brought Maisy home yesterday, and she seems okay so far aside from being so skinny! It cost us $345 -- I had put down a $200 credit card deposit, but I think DH convinced them to bill us for the rest (which is why I sent him to pick her up, though me bursting into tears probably would have done the trick as well).... God. The store has been dead for three days now -- I've sold less than $50 total since Thursday -- and I'm at my wits' end about money. I still have this month's phone bills to pay, and, oh look, May starts in two days. I just. don't. know. whatthefuck. to. do. I guess another job search is in order.
Of course, if I were working a good program, now is when I'd cheerfully say, "and so I surrender this to my higher power."
Like I have a damn choice. At least Maisy is okay -- Lucy sniffed at her suspiciously for a few minutes last night, but in no time at all they were jumping and rolling and yipping happily at each other. So that's good.
Of course, if I were working a good program, now is when I'd cheerfully say, "and so I surrender this to my higher power."
Like I have a damn choice. At least Maisy is okay -- Lucy sniffed at her suspiciously for a few minutes last night, but in no time at all they were jumping and rolling and yipping happily at each other. So that's good.