CatrionaIsCrazy

(I just found this in my drafts from October 23, 2023. Apparently I come here often and start but don’t finish entries alot. It’s unfinished. I’m leaving it that way.)

Between my kid suffering a pretty epic lesion to the foot, trying to patch it up themselves, and subsequently bleeding on every floor, wall, and door frame I own, my better half who is almost always injurying themselves in some bizarre and bloody way, annnnnnd my dog attempting to bleed out yesterday; I’m positive my house would look like some spectacular sacrifice(s) went down if inspected under a UV.

On the note of my dog attempting to die prematurely – I couldn’t get the bleeding to stop so while I held pressure on it I ordered styptic powder delivered to my house. The Door Dasher rang the door bell while simultaneously turning around with my package to run back to their car. Was her senior dog trying to die too? I caught her around the corner… I didn’t have time to question WTF – I just ran back to my dog. But, like, wtf Door Dasher? You had to shop it, you know it was cheap, why try to steal it? So weird. I’d have shared, just ask next time.