The GirlAlive Blog

Our washing machine is dead.  It's been dying for some time, and the final blow that killed it was when someone (I'm not naming names, but he is married to me) put the guinea pig cage bedding (towels and fleece) into the washer without shaking the poop and hay out first.  Just so you know, this was a Bad Thing.  So now we're re-wearing clothes and the guinea pigs have wood chip bedding until we can get a new washer sometime later this week.

I still hate my job.  I applied to have my week shortened to four days, but my boss implied that her boss is going to probably turn it down.  So it's going to dissolve into a horrible hell of grievance filing and union complaints because the main reason I want a shortened week is because there isn't enough work to keep me busy for five days a week.

The hamsters are growing up and getting a bit less twitchy now.  Nobby fell asleep in the bend of my elbow last night.  They're turing out to be very cute and sweet little rodents.

I noticed yesterday that I have a varicose vein.  But here's the weird part: it's on my finger.  I have one swollen itchy vein on the ring finger of my left hand.  It is not fun.

Have to go to work.   Grr.

Alana