Okay, I think I'm done with my dramatic flea pity party. It's horrible, but the plague? I see how I might have a tendency to overact. Just a little.

After giving Stella a flea shampoo, and then trying to kill each and every flea individually (I think we killed about 75 in one hour, making a pretty sizeable dent in the 4,000,000 in our house, non?), I finally called Ryan and Christie*. Christie is graduating from vet school any day now, and will be the most fabulous vet ever. (If you are in the Houston area next year and need a wonderful vet, I will totally recommend her.)

I'm so lucky to have brilliant friends.

She broke it to me gently that the flea shampoo wasn't going to cut it, and recommended paying for an exterminator and getting Frontline or Advantage from the vet tomorrow. And she made me feel better about them getting fleas in the first place, saying that they are everywhere, and were probably in the house already. I'm not up for the Worst Cat Mother of the Year award or anything, I think.

So ... one more night of fleas, and it should all be over tomorrow. Hopefully I won't perish of ennui in the meantime, forsooth.

(I know I just misused forsooth, but just pretend it worked, okay?)

Tomorrow: back to regularly scheduled programming, I promise.

*Oh, and did I mention that I'm going to be the maid of honor in R&C's wedding next year? I'm so excited and honored. You have no idea. It will be the most fabu wedding ... EVER.

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