Vortex, you rock. I have badfic to my heart's content now.
I call her up, say "I have a UTI" and she calls the pharmacy for me. Nice, eh?
Nice. Saves wanting to thwap them on the head too often.
Want to know when the world is laughing at you? I BuffDove last night (okay, this morning) just before I finally toddled to bed --
Raq: I don't even bother trying to do the math anymore. My clock works like this: if vw and Cindy are posting, it's too early for the rest of the States, afternoon for me and Jars and Fay and Nilly, way too late for billytea, and WAY TOO FREAKING EARLY for the West Coasters, so if Cass is posting it's because she's not sleeping.
Either I don't know how to recognize the signs or I've never had one.
Such a good boy listening to mama like that.
Good boy, lots of cookies!
Good boy, lots of cookies!
Apparently, this has happened at my parents' a few times (dad must really have to drag Toto, 'cause it's never happened to me before...I was dragging him a little today, because he was sniffing Every. Little. Thing). Dad says he always just stops and sits and waits till the collar gets put back on. He's a leash dog. He doesn't know what to do off leash, apparently. Which is a good thing, but still. Heart attack.
I've never had a UTI (knocks all available vaguely wooden surfaces, including Marc Blucas if he were here), but I do sympathize. I used to get yeast infections like woah, and massively resented having to come in every. freakin'. time. to get it diagnosed.
TOTO! Good boy for listening to mama, but don't DO that!
I'm one of those people who the rest of the world kindly refers to as "eccentric". I keep my kitties on leashes. They really don't seem to mind, either. They told me so.
Good boy, Toto! That's pretty much exactly the scenario my trainer used to explain why we were doing Sit first.
I am brenda wrt UTIs
You know, I think I feel better about losing things in my mess than when my house is all tidy (it happens, occasionally. On those rare occasions when I am able to get my surroundings organized nad neat, my ability to lose things seems to be unimpaired). Not so much about the losing, but the odds of the thing turning up again seem higher in a mess than in tidiness.
With me, it's kind of a catch-22. If the house is a shit hole, I'm pretty much guaranteed to misplace stuff, but if I get the urge to staighten up, everything is pretty much lost forever. All put away so safe that I'll never find it again.
I have a wierd issue with that. I have a housekeeper who likes to move shit. So, when I can't find something (like, say, the cord to my camera, which I need to upload some pictures), I have NO idea where to look.
