Sad Weekend

Meh. This weekend sucks on a multitude of levels. First of all, someone (who will be later hunted down and killed) gave me a head cold. Who knew a body could produce so much snot? Gross.

Thank God for my DVR. Currently, am watching old episodes of "You Are What You Eat" (featuring one Gillian McKeith, Britain's Fascist Foodie who not only berates the morbidly overweight people who get hijacked by her and her camera crew but then demands poo samples as well) but have tons of "The Office" (American, not British), travel shows, "Modern Family, "Parks and Recreation", "Vecinos" "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" and "Sherlock Holmes" (I want to see the new SH movie coming out Christmas Day with Jude Law and Robert Downey Jr. but I'll be in Europe and probably have a million better things to do, so it will just have to wait).

But this isn't what's so sad. I just got off the phone with my parents (as well as having gotten busted by my Dad for not taking my vitamins which is why I'm currently in the situation I'm in). But they told me they had to put one of their dogs to sleep late last night. It's extra sad because my Dad's a veterinarian and had to do it himself. But as he wisely noted, it's better to have it done right.


Poor Jerry Lee had a lot of health problems his whole life, but he just recently started having uncontrollable seizures. There wasn't anything my parents could do and the seizures were really scaring Jerry Lee so they knew the right choice was to put him down. They live out on a horse farm in Michigan so they could bury him in the yard which was nice. Although it's starting to turn a bit into a pet cemetery. I think they're up to 3 dogs buried there and 2 horses. As they jokingly put it, "In 200 years, if someone digs this all up, they're going to think we were a cult of crazy Satanists!"