The Line

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.

That’s it.

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.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe