OMG OMG OMG...YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I HAVE TO DO....WAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

 Sometimes life hands you lemons and they just stay lemons.  No lemonade in sight at all.  (SHOVEL LIST!!!!) 

Monte is STILL in the hospital.  It's been over a week now.  They have had to send him to Nanaimo for two tests to make sure his heart is okay.

This means medical transport.  So off he went this morning and when he gets there they see that the idiot that sent his particulars from Port to Nanaimo, put the wrong weight down.  Monte is considerably bigger than 130 kilos, which is the number they sent.  As a result they can't do it!  He has to go to Comox and its a two day test.

So now he is sitting in Nanaimo, with a nurse, waiting for transport back to Port.  They are now trying to arrange for his transport to Comox which apparently is going to take a couple of days.  Then he probably has to spend a night in the hospital there.  Jesus H!!!  And he is really at the end of his rope.  He really wants to be done with it all.

Now here is the bad part.  I HAVE TO FEED SMOOCH, HIS SNAKE.  I have to go to the pet store, buy three jumbo frozen dead mice, put one in a ziplock bag and submerge it in hot water til it thaws, then get these little inadequate plastic tongs Monte uses, grip the mouse by the tail, dangle it in front of the snake and wait until the snake violently, and I mean violently, snaps it up.  OMG!!!! I could cry.  The things one does for their kids!!!!!!

Over the years I have had ten dogs forced on me, four rabbits, one chinchilla, one rat, umpteen hamsters, two gerbils, several guinea pigs....I think that's it.  And I am NOT the proverbial animal lover.  Now I have to feed a snake.  I know! I am going to go get my kitchen tongs, much longer and more removed from the snake and give them a try.  Then I am throwing them out.  (SHOVEL LIST SHOVEL LIST SHOVEL LIST to the power of infinity plus one). Monte told me that the snake would be little and eat crickets.  Hah!!!

Wish me luck. Be safe and noodle.  TTYL