Blech

That's how I feel. I shouldn't. We've had a pretty good week. But, alas...I do.

We had a perfectly lovely dinner with some dear friends tonight. It was fabulous. Good food, good wine and great company. The only part that was hard is that she's due to have a baby in a few days. I'm jealous. Really, that's what it comes down to. I love her to pieces, but I'm miserably jealous.

I have to go see Dr. Baby Maker tomorrow. I was supposed to go Thursday, but a few of my stitches are particularlt nasty looking, so I need him to take a gander. I'm sure it's no biggie, but when I looked at them tonight and they were all oozey and red, I thought I better let him have a look.

Oh, well, I guess the week hasn't been so great.

One of our dogs bit Gracie Saturday night. That sucks ass. He got her good. She deserved it, but he's not trustworthy, so I've got to find him a new home. I think he's just one of those dogs who was meant for adults and not for children. The day was coming, I shouldn't have been surprised. I guess I was in denial. No more, he's gone. Bums me out. I've had him for six years, but the fact is that I could never look my daughter in the face if I kept him and he did it again. If he left a scar, I would forever look at it and blame myself. Bye-bye doggie.

So, I'm a shitty blogger. I guess I just haven't had much to say. I'll try to be better. Don't hate me.