Douche Bread

Well I took Harlow to the vet yesterday to get another round of puppy shots. Turns out he has a yeast infection in his ear. So last month it was a UTI, this month it's a yeast infection. What's next? HPV? Chlamydia? I'm starting to wonder if we adopted a puppy or a slutty middle aged woman. All these little infections are getting expensive, it's ridiculous. And getting a puppy to stay still to put in ear drops is next to impossible. I've never been an ear drop kinda person, when we were little we weren't allowed to have ear infections. Trips to the doctor were few and far between. I only recall going when times were absolutely desperate, like when the tumor in my toe was just about to break through the skin, I was allowed to go then. And the same with the cist in my chin, when my chin starting hanging to about mid neck my parents finally gave me the go ahead. But anyway, back to ear drops, I'm not sure if there is a technique I should be using to put them in, or if there is some sort of trick, but every time I've tried to put the drop in it seems like the entire thng just runs right down his neck. Every time Harlow costs me more money, or does something gross like puke up his entire bowl of dog food, I can't help but think of how everything must be multiplied with a baby. I'll know I'm ready to have a baby when I'm either a millionaire, or when dog eye goop stops grossing me out. It's a complete toss up which will come first.

So today was my second day of work this week. It was another doozy. The kids were okay, could have been a lot worse being that it's a Friday and yesterday they had a snow day. I was lucky because the good popular kids and the bad popular kids were just about even in every class so they were keeping each other in check. The good popular kids are the cool kids who I assume know they are cool, have always been cool, and are most likely born to cool parents. They're polite, don't cause too much trouble, and understand what is socially acceptable. The bad popular kids are the ones who have either just become cool, aren't sure if they are cool, or they're just worried shit less they're about to become uncool. You can spot these insecure assholes a mile away. They're always looking around for someone to make fun of, or making sure they're not being made fun of. They really are a bad breed. They're the loud ones who say the same joke at least twice, sometimes three times, making sure everyone hears. I heard the same old joke today regarding the salad I'm making (a Fattoush) sounds like douche, from jokester in the front,

"Did you just say douche? You're making a douche bread salad?"

First his table laughed, so he repeated it again, the next table laughed, just for good measure he says it one more time at which point I couldn't help but reply,

"Yeah thanks, we got it. We acctually got it is the first two times you said it, but good joke. Real original."

I don't know why more teachers don't use sarcasm in class. It seems to shut up kids better than anything else I have seen.

So after I finished with the Douche Bread salad I literally ran out to my car jumping with joy it's the weekend. I don't care if I've only worked two days this week, a Friday is still a Friday. It's like in college when class would get cancelled on a Thursday for a snow day and I would be ecstatic, didn't matter that I didn't have class on Thursdays, it was still exciting. So now as soon as pokey jo Chris is done primping we are on the road to Omaha for the weekend. After last weekend I swore I wouldn't drink again for a month. I made it until Wednesday. But drinking alone and drinking with friends and an entirely different thing. I have to take advantage when I get the chance to drink with someone other than Harlow. So cheers to TGIF.