{{{Spidra}}} surgery~ma for your dad.

Ok, subject of prednisone side effects ... bleurgh... let's just say, vw, when I read you were going to have to take it, I prayed you wouldn't have any side effects as bad and long-lasting as the severe, extreme behavioral and mood changes I'd had. I know the myopathy is far, far away from being fun, and I wish you didn't have it. But I'm caught between being thankful my prayers were answered, and thinking, "Dang, why didn't I think of praying against myopathy, too."

Thanks, guys.

ION, Toto is having a rough morning too. Shortly after we got up, he puked, poor guy. Then on our walk, I noticed he was limping, so I figured he'd gotten something caught in his paw. Sure enough, we got home, and it was all puffed up. I couldn't figure out what it was. After picking at it for a bit with a paper towel, Emily suggested that I get the tweezers, 'cause it looked like it might be glass.

It was a jolly rancher. Poor guy got it stuck in between the little black parts of his paw. He was SO good, though, while we were getting it out. So patient, and no squealing or anything. He got a treat.

Aw, brave little guy.

Lucy picked up a seed pod on a walk yesterday - you know those long brown ones? This one had curved into sort of a semi circle when it dried, so when she was carrying it, the ends were curved up around her snout like she was a freaking warthog. Some of the looks and double takes she got were so funny.

Poor Toto, I'm glad that was just external sticky sugar lump rather than a chunk of glass.

As for Lucy - what, brenda, no pictures?

I'm glad that was just external sticky sugar lump rather than a chunk of glass.

Yeah, me too. I was getting a little worried there for a bit. Fortunately, there's a WONDERFUL emergency vet in Boston if necessary. Not that I have the money, but...

As for Lucy - what, brenda, no pictures?

What she said.

Man, if only I'd had my phone with me. So ridiculous.

So patient, and no squealing or anything. He got a treat.

I hope the treat wasn't a jolly rancher!

I'm going to go shower and walk to the drug store to get cat food. and a treat for me. I didn't leave the house once yesterday since I was a knitting fool. Time to stretch the legs!

Hi everyone. I have no news. I'm still in love. Oh! We went dancing last night, Wallybee's housemate's a dance instructor and his studio was doing their presentations and things. He got a gold cha cha award thing, and was also awarded best dancin' fool of the evening (he was seriously good). I, OTOH, was seriously awful. (Seriously.) I have suggested lessons would not look out of place in our future, because I like dancing, I just don't like looking like I'm trying to learn how to juggle when I do it.

But basically, still in love. The subject of kids came up in the conversation this afternoon. Seems we're both in favour of them. Who'd have guessed? She told me about this kid she was employed to translate for at kindergarten, and how his parents were causing him self-esteem problems through unreasonable expectations. She has a kind heart, and the courage to stand up (she took the matter up with his parents, politely but firmly). I like that. Hell, I love listening to her talk about things, because she cares, she treats people as precious, and she understands principles, and I know that when she talks about this stuff, I'm going to become a little more doomed. Dat's good doomed.

Daniel, that's perfect. Thanks!

You're welcome. I did find that exporting it to web format got it down to 35K. I'll send that one to you, too, because I should have thought of that initially.

Hell, I love listening to her talk about things, because she cares, she treats people as precious, and she understands principles, and I know that when she talks about this stuff, I'm going to become a little more doomed. Dat's good doomed.

Indeed it is.