What was supposed to be a relatively easy time while Peter went away is not turning out to be so simple. I had Andy scheduled to see his babysitter for all three mornings. And now he has pink eye, so not only can I not take him there, I can't take him anywhere. I have drops for his eyes that he refuses to let me put in, so we literally are wrestling on the floor. And I'm now beginning to suspect that I have pink eye too. I'm thinking about going on vacation this weekend to anywhere that will be relaxing. I am totally stressed, as usual.
In my previous post, I neglected to say how awesome Dave was for driving one of our cars down here full of cats when we moved down here last year. Thank you again Dave. Without you, we would have had to sell the cats on the street for money, or else put them all in one cage and let it be survival of the fittest. And we all know that Fat Tony would have then sat on the girls, and it would have all been over. Ziggy thanks you mightily.
Hey - does your doc have Andy on any antibiotics? That might be a good way to add some oomph to the attack against pink eye. Sorry about the wrestling matches though - I go through that for nasal saline drops and it just sucks!
You're back in posting land! Hey, am I losing my mind or is Andy's birthday soon?