The day in which my mom pisses me off, we find that barlow likes bagweights and I get fleas
So, fairly ok day until about 6pm.
My mom calls and wants me to take her basket of laundry to a dryer. Wanted to take it over to the kids but mom flipped out about it. So took it to my place because while the washer doesn't work, the dryer does. So in the 3 minutes I'm down there, I pick up fleas. I can see them in teh strip of carpet down there and am like fuck! Get upstairs, catch four so far off of my legs and squish them. I know I've missed at least one. Am now wearing pants and will tuck my pants into boots before going back down there. AHHH. I REALLY hope I got them. Because if not, it's gonna get worse especially with the cat.
But in lighter news, Barlow, my manager's 200lb English Mastiff, is driven nuts by things that fly. If it's moving through the air and it shouldn't he barks and runs in circles. Which for a dog that old and that large is hysterical. Today in the warehouse, where it's stupidly hot, one of the guys pulled on a lift line with a bagweight on the other end. Barlow's massive ears perk up and he takes off across th warehouse to bark at the bag. And the rope. And the guy holding the rope. He didn't really know which. HYSTERICAL!
YAY for Barlow.
Also, our next BBQ, is a baseball game. Ninjas vs. Pirates. We're getting t shirts. And every time you cross the home plate you have to take a jello shot (my idea). Woo!
My mom calls and wants me to take her basket of laundry to a dryer. Wanted to take it over to the kids but mom flipped out about it. So took it to my place because while the washer doesn't work, the dryer does. So in the 3 minutes I'm down there, I pick up fleas. I can see them in teh strip of carpet down there and am like fuck! Get upstairs, catch four so far off of my legs and squish them. I know I've missed at least one. Am now wearing pants and will tuck my pants into boots before going back down there. AHHH. I REALLY hope I got them. Because if not, it's gonna get worse especially with the cat.
But in lighter news, Barlow, my manager's 200lb English Mastiff, is driven nuts by things that fly. If it's moving through the air and it shouldn't he barks and runs in circles. Which for a dog that old and that large is hysterical. Today in the warehouse, where it's stupidly hot, one of the guys pulled on a lift line with a bagweight on the other end. Barlow's massive ears perk up and he takes off across th warehouse to bark at the bag. And the rope. And the guy holding the rope. He didn't really know which. HYSTERICAL!
YAY for Barlow.
Also, our next BBQ, is a baseball game. Ninjas vs. Pirates. We're getting t shirts. And every time you cross the home plate you have to take a jello shot (my idea). Woo!