I actually got a break--a real live break--and it was awesome! On my whole week and a couple of days off of work I cleaned up a bit, shopped a bit, slept a lot, had loads of fun, and managed to even do some reading. And I checked my email like twice. It was amazing. A couple of times I had to really put forth some effort to prevent myself from feeling tempted to check email--it can get bad sometimes--but all in all, I did awesome.
Really, truly the only sort of bad thing that happened on the break was that my dog (a Chihuahua who is all of 5 lbs.) went flying off the sofa & landed on her back leg, which began to swell & appeared broken. She let out the most blood-curdling scream, and we rushed her to the emergency vet, fearing the worst. That was Christmas Eve. Turns out, though, after a 2.5 hour wait at the PetMed, and a hefty bill (the amount of which I'd rather not mention), we found out that it's not broken (*sigh of relief*) and she's getting around on it pretty well now. I also found out through all that that my dog is a little manipulative and had learned how to play on my weaknesses. I saw her on Saturday walking out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, and as she turned the corner, I noticed that she was walking on her hind leg again. Being filled with joy and excitement over her speedy recovery, I scooped her up & kissed her little face, telling her how awesome it was that she was feeling better & I was so happy to see her paw healing. Then I put her down & she was no longer able to walk on that hind leg. I'm pretty sure now that she was just trying to get some sympathy cheese out of me--and it worked. Crazy little dog...
