I deserve this, bitches

Woke up with a headache.

Maintenance man came by to unclog our kitchen sink drain and clean out the garbage disposal. I don't know how the garbage disposal became clogged because I don't use it. It's a mystery to me and G. exactly what's supposed to go into a garbage disposal--neither of us had one in our childhood homes (or,just to be accurate, G.'s family never used theirs, or something like that.) Could someone be kind enough to explain the purpose of the garbage disposal? Is it better for the environment?

Had a semi-productive conversation with one of my classes about handling the responsibility of being a college student. The drop date is coming up, so it's time for those who are failing and/or struggling and/or totally not paying attention to the class to decide if they want to drop the class and receive a "W." The other option is to stick it out and, hmmm, actually study, attend class, and read the textbook. I explained how to estimate the minimum grades they need to earn for the last assignments to bring their grade up or stay where they are. And I tried to find a nice way to say that some grades were so low, there was no hope.

Came home, ate quick lunch, then tried to get my car emissions inspection. Went to the quick oil change place down the street, but they were working on a truck and I'd have to wait 45 minutes. So I came home and then went back. About five minutes into the inspection, the guy tells me that the tint on my windows were too dark. Absolutely ridiculous and absolutely frustrating because I bought the car with that tint already on. But it's even more ridiculous because my old car, a classic (I use that term loosely) '96 Ford Escort hatchback, had super dark tinted windows (again, I was not the original owner and therefore not responsible for the tint) and I got through those inspections just fine. Well, I did have to take it to a small garage place in central El Paso, BUT STILL. This car does not have dark tint. Period. State regulations be damned.

So I took the car back home without the inspection. On the way home, I passed by a car with much darker window tint than me. Humph.

When I got back home, Filomena's eyes were really red and kind of gooey--at least one was. I checked the semi-informative dog book for a hint as to what might be the problem. It's semi-informative because under the heading "Eye Discharge" it basically says, "If there is eye discharge, see your vet." No hint if this eye discharge is a major problem or not. So, rather than take any chances, Filo and I left for the the vet in the late afternoon, just so happens to be their busiest time.

The office was hoppin'. Big dogs, little dogs everywhere. Some gimpy, others ant-sy. Filomena took it all in stride. Big relief because she usually turns into that annoying, yippy, small dog everybody hates (you know the type). Filo was a little shaky, though, as we waited and waited and waited. We were delayed by a dog that was hit by a car, so I'm not going to complain. Some lady next to me was visiting her sick pooch. She told me the vet thought it was poisoned, horrible, right? Who would poison a little puppy toy poodle? Well, it turns out that the lady herself might have made the dog sick by feeding it Girl Scout cookies. I wondered if she confessed to the vet?

Turns out that Filomena's eye gunk was the result of allergies. She got some drops and allergy pills and her vaccinations to boot. The vet gave her a dog treat at the end. Usually, Filo doesn't eat it, but this time she was eager-like, "I deserve this, bitches." (Sometimes I imagine Filo's response to different situations. Usually it involves curse words. It's just funny that a little fluffy darling dog would refer to me and the vet as bitches, don't you think?)

After the vet excitement, returned home. G. made a yummy dinner (salad and little pita pizzas), but I got a tummy ache. Speaking of tummy ache, have you heard about the new yogurt that's supposed to make you regular? Key ingredient is bifidus regularis. Sounds made up, huh? Well, it is! At least the name is. Go ahead, google it, you know you want to. What else do you have to do? You're reading my blog after all, so you can't be that busy!

Was that combative? I'm sorry. Today has gotten to me. It's time for bed.