In which I hope my temp P/T gig pans out into an actual job. I worked a full day yesterday at WG and really enjoyed it. The people are great. The majority of my time was spent doing dismally dull data entry for the marketing department, but I got to do a few little fun […]
In which we return to the vet for a third time. Stella’s got another hemotoma in her ear. This is the third one. It’s in the original ear. The hair hasn’t even grown back from the first surgery. I asked what would happen if I just ignored it, and the vet said that it would […]
In which it was really totally icky and gross! Ewh, ewh, EWH! EWH! I went into my kitchen yesterday and something… horrible… had transpired. I really can’t even put it together, even with the circumstantial evidence. I mean, there was some… fluid… on the counter that looked like the kind of fluid that really needs […]
In which a plea needs to be heard. I once donated to 1-800-SUICIDE, so now I’m on their mailing list. If the charity below interests you, they could sure use the help. Federal Government Fails to Pay Hotline Bills: 1-800-SUICIDE to Ring Busy after Midnight Tonight if Phone Bill Goes Unpaid WASHINGTON, Aug. 11, 1-800-SUICIDE, […]
In which I right a wrong. I’m so self-involved apparently that I totally forgot to mention Stella’s surgery! She was stoned as hell when Bread picked her up from the vet late yesterday afternoon — her eyes were red and droopy and she couldn’t seem to be able to focus both of them on the […]
In which I go off on someone, possibly the wrong person. Hey, you. Yeah, you. The woman in the white late model town car. The one who appears to have dropped one or more kittens on the side of the gravel road about two miles from my house. Here’s the deal. THOSE KITTENS ARE GOING […]
In which I fuss for awhile, but then there’s a recipe at the end so it might just be worth your time. We’re leaving on Thursday. I slept in this morning because there was no reason not to, and because I sleep a lot when I’m stressed out — it’s my preferred coping mechanism, and […]
In which I hate — with a passion incandescent — morning, morning people, and everything having to do with either. (Behold my bitchiness unfettered!) Bread invited me to go to bed with him at about ten last night. Since I’m a grown woman and dislike being put to bed like a child, I said I’d […]
In which I learn a valuable lesson about stress and partnership, and a Friday that goes all the way into Saturday morning! After work last night, I went and had that nice cold cocktail. Yum. Then I jumped into the BBT and drove myself home, windows down, NPR on the radio. Friday! The weekend! Yes! […]
In which there’s dog love. Just got back from lunch. Bread came and picked me up and we got tacos and sat under a tree at Whitham Woods to eat. Then we stopped at TSC for dog and cat food, then he drove me to the jeep. He’d already changed the tire and it was […]
