Yesterday the school went to the Pioneer Theatre Company's production of "The Diary of Anne Frank" as part of their English class and since I'm their on-site teacher-type-person, I went with them. I got to see a fantastic play, hung out with my awesome students and the school district said it'd be okay if I was paid for the full day instead of just my usual half (since I didn't get home until 11:30, I'd say that's more than fair).
However, while I was on the bus with everyone, I checked Facebook on my phone and found this little gem waiting to send me into a fangirl spiral of OMG-ness:
And through the magic of technology, I captured and now share my priceless reaction with you now:
Well. Something like that.
Like I said before, I got home at, basically the crack of midnight. I had enough composure to let the dog in the house (she was waiting so patiently for me too - it was adorable), get into my PJs and flop into bed.
This morning, I left for work and I took the dog outside. When I came home, the poor thing could hardly move. She was shaking really bad and she just wasn't as peppy as she usually is (you should see how crazy she was when I came home last night. Like I said - adorable). She drank some milk (which I later found out is not really good for dogs - hey, I'm not a vet!), but she just wouldn't move very much and I started to get scared. I called my dad and told him what was going on and he said I should bring her in to the vet (a friendly reminder: I live 90 miles away from town. Getting anywhere substantial involves at least an hour and a half drive in the car). So, I call work in a frenzy telling them what's going on - my boss is uber-understanding and tells me that he'll take care of getting me a sub for tomorrow (that's the nice thing about everyone out here being ranchers - when you have a sick animal, you get that creature the help it needs ASAP), I pack up my stuff for the weekend since I was planning a small vacation anyway, load up the car and head out.
The good news is that my dog perked up a bit by the time we got to the vet's office. He checked her out anyway and said she had a pancreatic inflammation and he could take care of it. He gave her a couple shots (poor girl is still mad at me, I think) and some medicine for later. She does look tons better now, so I'm glad that I brought her in.
However, this little side-trip threw a monster of a monkey wrench into my life. I have a HUGE research paper due on Sunday that I *cough* haven't really started...
*cough, cough* and I'd planned on really getting going on it today. Friday and Saturday I'm going to spend at K's house - I got tickets for the Saturday Morning Session of General Conference for us both to go - I'm still going, but I'll just be spending the Afternoon Session doing homework and not really paying attention like I usually do. AND I have a class weekend next week that I have to prepare for (and this is for my other
class - not the one I'm writing the paper for).
Oh, did I mention we have Region Drama competition next week and I'm the drama coach? (How, how, how did I - of all people - become a high school drama coach? Not that I don't enjoy it - I'm just wondering out loud to myself). Plus, I'm getting my sister's baby shower all arranged for next month AND I'm getting ready for the ULA conference in May AND I'm meeting with the librarian I'm doing my practicum with next week?
Umm... so, yeah... if you need me, call on April 11. I might have time to squeeze you in.