There's something creepy crawly haunting the office these days...and it's not ghosts but I kind of think we'd all be less creeped out if the infestation was of the paranormal flavor. No, ladies and gentlemen, we've got ourselves a flea infestation. My personal first that I've ever experienced. Most unpleasant. Apparently one of the senior pts had a dead cat in the basement that had fleas and she came into program and brought her new little friends with her. And shared them, because naturally that's the spirit of program right? You come in, you share, and impart whatever it is that you're sharing upon your peers at program. Right? Not really. Not so much, no. Typically what's shared is verbal. Not creepy or crawly nor equipped with small spring-action equipment that allows the bouncy jumping and latching nonsense to occur. ::sigh::. So I got mostly undressed in my driveway and came in to shower and scrutinize my clothing and carpet in the bedroom with a flashlight because that's where I put my clothes from yesterday. I found a couple of bites on my left ankle. I showered, and just found out that Frank is going out to dinner with a shooting buddy and I'm invited so now I have to put different clothes on (not my robe or slippers unfortunately). Rats. I was looking forward to more blogging. Side note: the "new" pandora keeps starting one song and then changing its mind and switching to another song. Rude, right?
Later gator.
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