Let's All Go to the Vet!

...Or How I Spent My Paycheck The dreaded day we had marked on the calendar had arrived. The day we said, "let's just take all 4 animals to the vet on the same day so we can get it over with." Wait... hold that thought. I need to make some more coffee in order to finish this one. Why am I typing that? Ah, whatever. Nobody reads this anyway. I secretly still enjoy Jon Secada. See, it's like whispering a secret into a plastic bag and launching it into the sun. Chapter 1: Poop Bags for Everyone! The vet had requested we bring in poop samples for each dog and one for the cats, so at 5 in the morning, I'm outside in my pajamas and hiking boots, trying to decipher between a fresh turd and one that has been sitting there for hours. And had I known the vet was going to charge us $76 per poop baggie, I would have "forgotten" to do this collection chore entirely. And it's also how I know that time travel isn't possible, because a future me didn't jump...