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Why hello there!

My mother and sister returned from their adventures on the East Coast to find the apartment and all it's inhabitants in one piece, so that's definitely a good thing. Here are some highlights from my time as "master of the house."

1. Rosie was diagnosed with a yeast infection in her ears the day before my mom and sister left. A yeast infection. In her ears. If you thought like I did that you could only get that in your womanly region... Surprise! You learn something new every day. So I was left with a dog/loaf of bread and the instruction to clean her ears and apply medication twice daily. Let's just say that it's a thoroughly miserable experience to dig around in a basset hound's ears. And the disgustingness you wipe out of them is horrifying. She seems to be a lot better though and isn't shaking her ears or rubbing her head on the ground in some desperate attempt to scratch as much, so that's definitely a good thing. 

Poor doggie. Doesn't she look sad?

2. While not poking around in my dog's ear canal with gauze pads and whatnot I went to the mall and saw "The Last Song." Between the fact that it stars Miley Cyrus and is based on a novel by Nicholas Sparks, I knew that if anyone saw me buying tickets to that film they would never stop teasing me. I must have looked so shady while buying my ticket. Between (I'm not kidding) the hoodie covering my head and my eyes darting nervously around the movie theater, I probably looked ridiculously suspicious. 

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I spent a good quarter of the movie on the verge of tears. I've worked with my therapist for almost five years now and she's yet to see any sort of water come from my eyes, so for me that's REALLY saying something. Turns out there were some hormonal factors at play though... ;) I don't want to give anything away so I can't go into much detail but the movie definitely hit a nerve and made me think, especially about my relationship with my dad. One of my biggest fears is any sort of regret, and I don't want a few years from now wish that I'd been closer to and spent more time with him while I had the chance. 

What you are is what you have been. What you'll be is what you do now. 

- Buddha

3. I was by my lonesome on Easter, which was definitely a bummer. We don't celebrate so it's not a huge deal, more an annoyance because everything was closed so I was alone and bored. I bought a chocolate bunny for my sister as a welcome home present though. I noticed something really weird while chilling with Chester (Yes I named him. Don't judge me.) once we returned home. On the wrapper it said "chocolate flavored." Chocolate.... flavored? If the product is chocolate flavored then what is it? Luckily my sister didn't mind. She will demolish any bunny, chocolate or otherwise.

RIP Chester. Gone but not forgotten.

4. Oh and get this awesomeness. I really wanted to prove to both my mom (but I think mainly myself) that I'm responsible and can handle steering the ship alone, so to speak. I was doing so well with taking care of the house, the dog, myself and whatnot the whole week.... until Saturday, the DAY they returned. Then: 

A.) The house is inexplicably infested with roaches. I have no idea how this happened. I swear the apartment is cleaner than it's been in years and I was super conscientious of keeping all doors and windows closed, so I know it's not my fault. But still, irony much? 

B.) I oh so gracefully backed into my portable heater. While it was on. Major OUCH. Maybe I'm just really morbid but when bored I used to contemplate in my head which would be worse, to die by fire or ice. Let's just say in that moment I definitely decided on fire. It hurt like a bitch, and that was just for one second on an isolated part of my body. I can't imagine feeling that pain all over myself and all at once. Mad props to the witches of Salem and Joan of Arc. Seriously, in that moment and basically for the rest of the day all my energy went towards mentally cursing heat, heaters, Halle Berry, hopscotch, hula hoops, and basically anything else that started with the letter 'h.' But not Hugh Laurie. 

Because.

The burn wasn't super big, maybe the size of two quarters? But it couldn't have been more inconveniently placed, on the back of my leg right behind the knee. So every time I bent my leg it was super uncomfortable. 

C.) On that same day I somehow sliced my thumb and it would not stop bleeding. I have no clue how I managed to cut myself without realizing it. So yeah, my mother and sister returned home to see me hobbling around a roach infested (but otherwise spotless) house while clutching a handful of band-aids that my thumb had bled through.... Welcome home! 

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Before I end this ridiculously long post, I wanted to take a second to thank all of you who read and comment. I know I'm not the world's greatest blogger by any means. I don't post often, and when I do they are random rambles... much like this one. And I can't even remember the last time I commented on someone else's post, even though I read them all religiously. So the fact that you keep coming back and do so not out of obligation or in response to a comment of mine truly means so much to me. I feel such love and gratitude towards each and every single one of you... My cup runneth over! If anything that's probably why I have such a hard time commenting, because I care sooo much. But enough mush. I have a question... 

Do you ever feel weird and incredibly self absorbed writing all about yourself? Sometimes I feel like such a narcissist, but then again who else would I write about? It's not like I'm going to blog for someone else!

And what are your thoughts on regret? Chocolate (and "chocolate flavored") bunnies? Miley Cyrus? 

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