Hey, Andi! Meant to thank you for the rec for the animal pill pockets - they're making my life a lot easier with all the meds the dog is currently on.

I love my kids. I mean, duh, but they remind me why sometimes.

Yesterday, after my careful checking of the DVD and watching disc 1 of Supernatural, I left the case for Season 1 on top of the tv. Got both kids home this evening and my son just popped in disc 2 on his own and we have continued the view-fest.

Eep. In what feels, oddly, like a bigger (though able to be reversed) move then the possibility of having sex, I just friended the new girl on LJ. Eep?

Hey, Andi! Meant to thank you for the rec for the animal pill pockets - they're making my life a lot easier with all the meds the dog is currently on.

Glad to help. So Brilliant. Absolute miracles. I'm telling you, I've been pilling cats since I was twelve years old, got so good at it that I can do it on many cats with neither the towel mummification nor even an under-the-elbow-football-carry hold - but I knew there was no way in heaven or earth I could get Sammie to take a pill without the Pill Pockets. And yes, I have written to the company, proclaiming myself their most rabid fangirl.

ow. shoulder. ow.

stupid useless motrin.

We spent the day driving 4 hours up to Fresno to drop off MiL's bad kitty (attacks with no provocation) at a nice kitty house. MiL proceeded to lose her shit upon leaving, so we brought kitty back the 4 hours (kitty peed in carrier around hour 3). 8 hours in car + unnecessary drama - Saturday + bad attack cat = very annoyed GC and DF.

Now I take my Momo and go to bed. Hrmph.

Pack n Post update: Lots of progress today. Thankfully the temp in the apartment was cooler. Mom got the kitchen DONE! HoRah! I have about 80% of everything else done. It's a lot of little piles of cha-chiky (spelling? And then there is the clothes. That's next. And the camping stuff. Although there isn't a ton of it, but enough. Then take apart the desk. Take apart the dining set. And pack the car stuff. And clean. Clean. Clean.

Oh ya, quote of the day: "I wonder what the threshold is where folks won't believe you when you say "sorry about the mess, the maid quit a short time ago". Mom's reply: {laugh, laugh, laugh}

Omnis, do you mean tchotchke?

Many of my friends joke about the darn maid not doing her job and what do we pay her for anyway??? (they, of course, do not have a maid)

Oddly, I may actually be hiring someone (a friend of a friend) to clean, soon...we'll see...what do people think the going rate for cleaning is, anyway? I think she's selling herself short. Not, I suppose, that that's a bad thing for me. And I suppose if she has a couple hour minimum, depending on how often I had her come (probably not more than every couple weeks), it'd be fine. I've never hired someone, but I think it'd be good, but weird. But possibly necessary. And suspect it would help keep me *tidy*, as well as clean.

Having a housecleaner, if possible financially, is the best thing ever. It takes the deep cleaning stress out of a relationship. We hired a cleaning service to come in twice a month a few months after we moved in together, and I think it has (repeatedly) saved our relationship.

(Okay, maybe not really. But it certainly does end a lot of fights before they begin.)

And yes, it does help us to stay tidy, too.

ow. shoulder still hurting. i think the motrin helped a little, but it wore off. should probably take some more. stupid shoulder. i think that i subluxed it in my sleep, and pulled a few muscles in the process.