When Toby went to the Stabby Place last week, I didn't laugh at him. Really, I swear. But I might have been.. ohhh, maybe the teeniest bit - smug that it wasn't me.
Yeah, about that.
I had to go Friday night myself. Icky ear infection. Mom could tell they weren't feeling well,
and even though *I* think they would have been fine WITHOUT this intrusion on my dignity, as well as my right to NOT go, I was whisked off for a good ear cleaning and medicating.
At least I won one small victory - Mom can't medicate me at home, so they had to do it there.
I mean.. this WAS a victory... right ?
PS: Mom was a bit terrified to ask about my teeth but though I do need a dental, I don't have lesions and currently, from a visual exam, it doesn't look complicated. Though only Xrays will tell the true tail.