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In honor of the last Buffy, I poured myself a coffee mug of red wine (gifted wine glasses got returned, of course), settled into bed to watch the tape, and sniffled morosely. I burst into tears when Xander said, "That's my girl, always doing the stupid thing." As much as a TV show can be, it's been a huge part of my life. I enjoyed the finale, but I have all of these conflicted feelings about Spike. I think I'll talk more about that another day. Daisy has always periodically scooted her butt on the ground, the floor, the carpet, what have you. (Warning: this paragraph is very, very gross.) It never particularly bothered me because I figured she just got the itchy ass sometimes and that was the best way to scratch it. But my dear old roommate warned me that her dog needs her anal sacs expunged regularly and I flew into some kind of a researching panic. I learned that butt-scooting is primarily caused by anal sac diseases like impaction or infection, and if this is the case, then her anal glands have been bothering her for four years, that is, her whole life. I wanted to cry, I felt so guilty. I just didn't know. I thought it must be a normal dog thing. Now I wonder if her reluctance to have her hind end handled all this time was a result of this problem. I always just thought she didn't like feeling snuck up on by being approached from behind. I tried to inspect the region yesterday but she kept rolling on her back for a belly rub and let out a yelp when I applied a little bit of pressure with a paper towel in my hand. I scheduled a vet appointment for Saturday. I hope she hasn't been in discomfort for four years, or I might have to step on a rake repeatedly and smack myself in the head and buy her one million stuffed hedgehogs to carry around in her mouth for all of eternity and let her get on the couch whenever she wants forever. Last night I dreamt that S. tried to take the cats and I kept yelling at him, "You're not taking them. NOBODY's taking them!" In manner of Gordie LaChance yelling about the dead body at the end of Stand By Me. Would you like to know by how much my mortgage payment is going up every month? $97. It's all very confusing. (Caution: this paragraph is very, very boring.) Okay, deep breaths. Last year my bank escrowed a certain amount for property taxes for 2002 which I've paid as part of my monthly mortgage payment. But I really owed LOTS MORE in property taxes for 2002, so I was undercharged by the bank by hundreds of dollars which I now owe, and the reason the bank escrowed so much less than the amount that I actually owed is they based it on the value of the house in 2001 (the year I bought it). Which was apparently less than half of what I paid for it. Which means that the guy who sold it to me bought it in a stinking sheriff's sale for an unspeakably cheap price because the previous bankrupt owner had let it go to shit, and he fixed it all up nice and new, and made, oh, a ridiculous amount of money in profits, I would imagine. Bully for him, I guess, but I wish I didn't have this huge-assed shortage now that I have to pay back. I expected my new homeowner's policy to bounce it up by about $12/month, but this is absurd. (I had to get a new policy because my old one DROPPED Louisiana. The hurricanes and shit, I guess. This was the absolute cheapest new policy I could find, and I had to take it, because it's kind of a miracle to even find a company who will write new policies here. Anyway.) It took three different Hibernia customer "service" representatives to explain this to me, and the last one really bolstered my hopes by saying, "It sounds like they didn't apply your homestead exemption for last year! You probably owe way less! They'll have to send us a refund and we'll drop your payments again!" So I called the tax assessor's office, and the guy was like, "Uh, sorry, but the amount you owed was AFTER the homestead exemption was applied," and he explained that the bank estimated the tax amount from the house's previous assessed value and not the TWICE AS MUCH amount that I paid for it. (Which was not an unreasonable price, I mean, it was just normal for the house in the neighborhood.) SOMETIMES I HATE EVERYONE. Anal sacs, Buffy ending, and an extra $100 forked over to the bank every month. How much can one girl take?? In the immortal words of Percy Blakeney, "I ASK you!" I finally saw A Mighty Wind. My favorite part was when Steve Stark ("Corky! CORKY!") slapped Bob Balaban over the head. It's no Guffman, but really, what is?
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