* The hens at Squatter Workshop have gotten really spoiled. Lately, I've been waiting tables at one of my jobs quite a bit and have been able to hang a plastic bag from the tray-jack holding the dirty-dish tray in the server station and scrape plates into that for the hens. They have therefore become accustomed to my coming home with plastic bags filled with fish-skins, and the fourth quarters of club sandwiches, and the fat off of steaks, and leftover pasta with cream sauce, and any number of other things that chickens find delicious. Last night, however, I was NOT waiting tables at work, and the hens raised such a furious ruckus when I got home and gave them a scoop of chicken feed that I finally went back to the house and put some kitchen leftovers into a plastic shopping bag from Kroger to fake them out, then took that down there to shut them up. IT WORKED. I hate chickens :)
* I also hate rabbits, mostly because they don't grasp simple concepts like cause and effect. As in, "if I rattle the water bottle with my teeth instead of drinking from it and chew the cord holding it up, it will fall off the side of the cage and I will get VERY THIRSTY." That one goes right over Iden's head. Unless maybe she's approaching it from the angle of "if I rattle the water bottle with my teeth instead of drinking from it and chew the cord holding it up, bitch will stick her hand within biting range and I can get me some sweet, sweet mamaflesh, YUM!" and is an evil genius. Either way? HATE.
* The clinic over at the elementary school sent Middle Child home for suspected pinkeye the day before yesterday, despite my assertion that what he had going on was viral in nature. I took him from school to Urgent Care where they said they really thought it would look worse if it was true bacterial pinkeye, but would give Middly some antibiotic ointment to placate the school just in case (and yes, I got some drops for myself). Middly subsequently developed a revolting cough-snuffle-hack thing, and despite his normal temperature and assertions that he felt "FINE!" I took him to the pediatrician today, because my ex has dinner-visitation tonight and I do NOT want to hear about how I am neglecting a sickness. His temperature was normal and they said they didn't think he'd really ever had pinkeye at all but rather a virus. They did, however, agree with me that he SOUNDS revolting and is probably well on his way to a secondary bacterial infection, and put him on Augmentin, which means no more eye ointment needed even if he DID ever have pinkeye. So that's good I guess. Meanwhile the school clinic hadn't returned my call from the day before yesterday asking when Middly could come back to school, so I called them back. "I think I owe you an apology," said the clinician, "we've had a lot of children APPEAR to have pinkeye but turn out to have a virus lately, and you can bring him back any time." I hate the school clinic.
* Who or what do YOU hate today?