Day Two of feeding the neighbor's kittens. They've already figured out I am The Giant Who Opens the Cans.
And then when I come home, Ruby smells the kitties on my hands and gets all bent out of shape.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Day Two of feeding the neighbor's kittens. They've already figured out I am The Giant Who Opens the Cans.
And then when I come home, Ruby smells the kitties on my hands and gets all bent out of shape.
Timelies. I watch none of the shows mentioned, so I will merely say yay for Emmett and woo-hoo for StuntHusband!
Also, I shall again sing the praises of my anesthesia team from my cheek surgery. Dudes put me out right proper, and I didn't get sick afterwards. I wasn't even that disoriented. I was hella muzzy-headed, but I enjoyed talking to the lovely nurse from Surrey - probably more than she enjoyed talking to the whacked-out patient who was earnestly explaining how she was trying to work on her English accent for the stage.
I enjoyed Eyes.
Much better than the ads would have you believe. It's dark and funny.
Ah, that's good to hear. I didn't watch because the ads had failed to give me good cause.
RIP Terri.
Hopefully her husband and family can find some peace as well.
My teeth-pulling anaesthesia was interesting to come out of -- full-body tremor is one of the main side effects. (Also, that incredibly drunken seriousness, like trying to discern the coastline through a fog.) Going into the anaesthesia, less fun, since I apparently have no veins of suitable size in either arm.
I watched television last night, but picked West Wing, because I was not up to the Alias-y hijinks. Also, I will go far to chase down Jimmy Smits, especially when he is being both uxorious and principled. Anyway, it was a mild enough experience that I could knit to it, which is often impossible when watching complex shows.
My sister called this morning and mentioned that I was her medical designee after her son. She wanted me to understand clearly that not only did she not want tubes, but she seriously doesn't want video cameras.
Ah, that's good to hear. I didn't watch because the ads had failed to give me good cause.
that's the beauty of tivo. you can just record it for the hell of it, and if it's stupid in the first five minutes, you can delete it. sometimes, the shows even pay extra so that when the commercial comes on, you can just hit one button to record it.
And then when I come home, Ruby smells the kitties on my hands and gets all bent out of shape.
On my vacation, I met up with one dog, 3 cats, and a zoo. After a day, I went away and came back smelling like three more cats.
I seriously fear for my clothes right now.
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