Do you want me to detail how many times I had to break into my parents' house because I somehow locked myself out? I had to disassemble the back door to the porch no less than three separate times.
I heading out to my mom's one weekend when she was in Australia, realized I forgot my key, broke in and then left her a note that her house was not really all that secure. We did make it less break-in-able before we left.
Oh, and I set off the alarm at my dad's house in Joshua Tree that we hadn't lived at in years. The sheriff was unamused. But small town, so he knew me at least.
Timelies all!
I have picked Boots up at the vet and took her home. Unfortunately, the diuresis didn't bring her levels down at all. The vet says she's in end-stage kidney failure and gave me some meds to give her. She doesn't seem sick, and is being her usual pesky self, but I'll give her the meds and bring her back to the vet in 4-6 weeks. sigh...
{Sheryl}best to you and Boots
Cartoonists drawing blind. It's kinda creepy, the result. Except for Dick Tracy, and in a way...also creepy.
eta: Also, WTF is supposed to be going on in this picture?
I don't know why I'm answering, since it's not an interesting answer, but the lady is pissed because the porter prefers the gentleman with the single light suitcase.
You know those wooden doors where the top is made up of four panes? I once used a pliers to pry out the nails holding the baseboardy pieces in, scraped out some putty and used a suction cup to lift the windowpane out so I could reach in and unlock the door.
...and, see, I just... smashed. ::hangs head::
Sheryl, good thoughts for Boots.
I doubt anyone outside the NY Metropolitain area will care but CBS FM is back on the air [link]
Bye bye Jack! Bye Bye!
I doubt anyone outside the NY Metropolitain area will care but CBS FM is back on the air [link]
Bye bye Jack! Bye Bye!
