I'll go crawl into the freezer case at the grocery
Friday morning, right after shopping for weekend-cooking (which included, therefore, all sorts of cold and frozen items), I met a friend. I was, like, 5 minutes out of the grocery store. I hugged my friend, and her first responce was "oh, you're so nice and cool! Did you sit in the freezer before I came, just so that it would feel nice to hug you, despite the weather?".
Also, I hope you feel better, soon.
I feel sort of like a rock star or something
Well, we were always the sort of fandom who liked the writers best, right? [Edit: x-post with Cindy, yet again. Cindy, you may take the shared brain now, since I'm going home soon. Only return it when you go to bed, because I'll need it tomorrow, OK?]
t Waves at meara
Good to "see" you!
Nilly, it's too big! You can't expect me to lift that thing with only two hands.
it's too big
It only seems like it because of all the holes inside it. They take a lot of space, you know.
Perkins, do whatever you are most comfortable with. It sounds like the rage on is indicative high blood sugar making him feel bad, which is dangerous over the long term, but long term > > > 2-3 days (barring some secondary thing, but really, if this cranky is like his cranky pre-diagnosis...it's probably the same thing. ) If he were acting drunk or uncoordinated, well, that's another story.
Which reminds me. Must clean out the tray Mister Kitty peed on. He's going in Tuesday because I am pretty damned sure his insulin needs upping now that he's better.
Allyson, I think you should send the bemused blogger a link to the Save Firefly piece.
Perkins, do whatever you are most comfortable with. It sounds like the rage on is indicative high blood sugar making him feel bad, which is dangerous over the long term, but long term > > > 2-3 days (barring some secondary thing, but really, if this cranky is like his cranky pre-diagnosis...it's probably the same thing. ) If he were acting drunk or uncoordinated, well, that's another story.
That's what I figure. I'm going to try and get him in tomorrow morning, just in case, but not do more than keep an eye on him today.
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So, how about that weather we've been having?
IT'S FUCKING HOT WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE AC.
Oh, sorry. See, that's MY looping discussion.
Sarameg is me.
ETA: I'm so sorry about Ozzie's health problems, Perkins. It's so difficult when a pet is ill.
Timelies, all!
So. There I was, about to leave work yesterday, realizing that I hadn't met or given a loaner car to a celebrity or someone infamous.
Although, I had met a wonderful French bulldog named "Bruce", whom everyone but me thought was a pug who hadn't had his ears cropped. Being the dog lover I am, I asked the owner if Bruce liked to be handled and if I could play with him a bit. (It was a slow day.) I dropped onto the ground where this delightful pup unabashedly rolled over onto his belly and got some very enthusiastic scritches. SO SWEET. We played a bit, and then I got a customer so I got up, washed my hands, said thanks to the owner (a super hot guy with all these tatoos on his arms and those plug-thingies in his earlobes.) and finished my day.
As I musing on the way to my car, E - one of the porters - comes up to me and all giddy-like, grabs my arms and shakes me. "Do you KNOW whose dog you were just rolling around with?? Who you were taking about dogs with? DO YOU??!!!" I said, "No idea. Who?" "BRANDON BOYD!" Being the square that I am, I had no idea who Brandon Boyd is. She squeals, "The lead singer of Incubus!"
So, there you have it. I rolled around with Brandon Boyd's dog.
