Poor little kitty had 4 ingrown claws. Honestly in all my many decades of cat ownership this has never happened. I feel like such a bad mommy.
Oh dear. I'm glad your kitty is ok now, though. And between the job, the DH, and the kids, I'm sure you're not a bad pet mom - just a busy one. A bad pet mom would see the blood and the problem and then think, "eh, I'll take him to the vet after the holidays... or when I feel like it".
Heck, I live alone and have tons of time to notice a problem with Ashton. I almost waited too long.
Not only did my Tivo not record Pushing Daisies because it conflicted with Criminal Minds (because of The Grinch, I suppose), my freaking cable box didn't switch channels so I didn't get Criminal Minds either! Grrr.
I'd never heard of Bloody Mary until SPN. I didn't know there was an actual real story that made the rounds.
I just saw an ad for Private Practice. Is that Piz?
I settled on a new sweater and dress pants for DH's company Christmas party on Saturday. I'm hopelessly unstylish.
Watching Pushing Daisies now--Kristin Chenoweth's bob is to die for.
I'm the evil bitch who pins her cats and clips their claws for self-protection
If that's being an evil bitch, then you are my sistah in evil bitchiness. Mine kneads and it can get owie.
Medically speaking, ... Assuming that pregnancy out of the question, when was the last significant low-risk disease-wise window for random shagging?
1980. See page 12:
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IIRC, it took about 2 years from then for it percolate into the culture in areas where their were gay populations and it spread slowly from there. Rock Hudson's death in 1985 was the first really public admission that AIDS existed. Other diseases existed before then, of course, but that was the first one that could kill you.
To my mind, it was during the heated debates about closing the baths in SF that It Became Real among my set anyway; we were in our mid-20s then. Where before one might have had a quick, "Hey, are you clean, I am" exchange en route to teh act; after, it became a longer conversation well in advance about prior partners and testing, which was still quite controversial in the early years.
Rest in Peace John Chidester, photographer, friend, co-worker, and Sister of Perpetual Indulgence.
Well, fuck. I just spent an hour over at Ms. Louise's. She found her sister, Elaine, dead on the floor of her bedroom. She probably died late this morning. Ms. Elaine was her baby sister, and she and I had many a snarky conversations. It was really unexpected. They are still waiting for the coroner.
Strange thing is, I've done this before and she hasn't. I did it at 11. She's doing it at 60+.
Oh, sarameg, that's horrible. Poor Ms. Louise.
I worried about Ms. Louise. She was in the hospital (heart problems, which she has many) just this past weekend. And I don't know how she'll manage without the extra income. Which pales in comparison to losing her sister like this. Still. We (her pastor was there) have just told her to just get through tonight. But there is more to get through. Fuck. I'm going to bed.
I am sorry, sarameg. Poor Ms. Louise.
