So a week after I reported that crazy dog to animal control... Spokanimal shows up on my doorstep wanting to check licensing on Buttercup (I let it expire forever ago). So we had to pay the $15 + $20 "late" fee. Max apparently is off the books - an illegal alien if you will. I had to snatch him up and go hide in the bedroom as he tried to run out and say "hi, I'm here too!"
We got the bill from the hospital today for Seth's stay in the NICU. Over $45K. Whew, that is IN-SANE. And that's not counting the other bazillion we had to pay for the neonatologist and radiology.
My limit on alcoholic beverages in a sitting has officially dropped to 1. Yesterday Eric and I left Seth with auntie Jen and went out for an early dinner, our first date since Valentine's day. I had a huckleberry martini and a margarita, and have had a headache ever since. Ugh. Hangovers are bad enough when all you have to do is lay in bed all day. Totally not worth it when you have to suck it up and take care of an infant.
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