Well, that was ugly.
Thursday night, I had a panic attack. A very, very bad panic attack. We’re talking puking up toenails and evacuating out intestines. Migraine headache and anxiety out the kazoo (and I have a very big kazoo).
Pray tell, why did this happen?
I took my puppy to the groomer’s.
Apparently, crossed some sort of line in my misfiring head.
I am a sick, sick woman… but at least my dog’s toenails are trimmed.