Current mood:	sorely vexed
Entry tags:	whinge

So, should I change my name to Jobina at this point?
Caution: WHINGING

So after paying two month's of power bill at once, ouch, I get this certified letter from the county, 'K? From Animal Control. Something like US$650 worth of citations for unvaccinated dogs, except, y'know, they ARE vaccinated. Just no tags. I go to the vet with Sesame, who's being eaten alive by bugs, get him all his shots because he's long overdue and nobody's helping me with him; and Advantage treatments for everybody (except me, but I am so tempted), and tags for the girls - and that cost not only one whole unemployment cheque, but a large piece of the next one. Mind you, it'll cost the same amount to get the yard and house sprayed, which I have to do to keep from finding ticks laying eggs under my pillow.

I'm just wondering when the bank'll send its black ops team against me.

Mind you, I also can't even imagine how I'm going to pay the taxes on the house that has foreclosure threatened against it. Which action I'm not getting updates on.

WHINGING NOW CONCLUDED, IT IS SAFE TO GO ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS.