What the . .?

Yesterday I took Henry back to the doctor to recheck his face. His infection was not clearing up at all and if anything looked worse. They got me in with a woman we hadn't seen before which was fine. I was not pleased when I showed her the cream we had been prescribed over 2 weeks ago and she said, "Who prescribed you that?" It was pretty obvious to her that it was not a fungal infection, which makes me ticked that I was treating him for one for over 2 weeks. Anyway, now Henry has been given an oral antibiotic and a new cream. 10 more days of scab face. Good thing he's so sweet and handsome anyway.

And then later yesterday afternoon I was driving to the chiropractor. I got on the freeway exit when I heard a loud bang like a gunshot. What the ..? Panicking I turn around to see a confused Tucker looking at the shattered window next to him. Luckily he was fine and all the glass fell behind his seat. He wasn't too scared because he had had his headphones on watching a movie. I, however was really freaked. I still have no idea what hit our window, but it will be fixed today and our insurance is picking up the bill, so all is well.

So my week has been crappy so far, but how can you be mad when you get to see this all day?