Uargh!

My first tick bite! The little critter has been hammered flat and, dead as dead can be, flushed into the toilet. Everything has been disinfected. The tick has been there for a maximum of 2,5 hours, so I should be in the clear. Will definitely give myself a thorough check under the shower tonight. I have the creepy-crawlies now. :(

I have to admit that there was a certain satisfaction in removing a tick from a hairless patch of skin (it had hidden itself under my wrist watch) and more importantly, a non-moving, hairless patch of skin. Unless she's tired, Lia is a wriggle-pot when it comes to tick removals.

Another uargh!

I am WEAK! I succumbed to Facebook, just days after I was telling another LJ-blogger how I hadn't fallen into that pit yet. *dies*

On the other hand, I now have contact with 1 friend I haven't spoken to in about 1 year, 4 friends I haven't spoken to in some 10 years and 1 friend I haven't seen since I was 12!

3rd Uargh - my ribs are shattered.

Dear puppy,

The title of today's lesson is maths and physics.

One 5 month old Belgian Shepherd Dog puppy, weight approx. 18-20 kgs.
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One small-boned Belgian Shepherd Dog puppy owner, weight approx. errrr let's skip that one.
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One sturdy Ikea office table, one Ikea office chair with wheels, whereupon previously mentioned human sits.
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One previously mentioned puppy, running full speed onto back of chair, smashing it into table.

= One squished puppy owner with no air what-so-ever in her lungs.

q.e.d. that this is a BAD, BAD idea.

Do not repeat. Thank you.

Love,
May