That does it.
As if it wasn't enough that two of my teeth decided to give me grief the other day...Now I have to go to the hospital to get my eyeballs checked out because I think I may have another retinal detachment happening, which wouldn't be a good thing, in case you were wondering.
Looks like the Cloud of Doom has decided to sit right on top of me and give me just a little more grief. Yeah, sure. Bring it on. I love grief. And doom.
And then the dog vomited. And peed. On our living room carpet. Again.
Now all I need is a couple of Jehovah's Witnesses coming to my door with pamphlets on how I too can be saved...