Seriously though, that isn't a cool way to start the day. Sorry you got that train car.
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Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
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That train car was my house this morning. Culprit? The elderly dog. sigh. Am really hoping that was the last of it and I won't be coming home to a mess tonight.
I managed to avoid stepping into it, so I call that a victory. Or at least not a defeat.
Last time that happened, I had to flee the car at the very next stop. Everyone was avoiding that car, except for two teenagers who just stat there giggling the whole time....
On the other hand, there's a very good chance that the worst thing to happen to you today has already happened.
Sorry about you dog. Cleaning up dog yuck from either end isn't fun. Makes me gag when I have to do it. Which, thankfully, has been a long time now.
Cleaning up dog yuck from either end isn't fun.
I'm sadly pretty used to it by now. I'm just glad I'm currently the only one in my house so noone else has to deal with it. I feel so bad when boyfriend is there and he experiences it. He's never had pets so it's a whole new and gross world for him. (He's very very patient and kind with the animals, though, and has cleaned up many a mess for me already.)
On the other hand, there's a very good chance that the worst thing to happen to you today has already happened.
One would hope...
Having grown up on a dairy farm, I think my tolerance for "Shit! Shit in new places!" is actually pretty high....
IONonShitRelatedN, I have a huge crush on Xeni (at Boing Boing): Xeni with "Yuri Gagarin" tattoo, "Yuri's Night" in Houston
Boing Boing post: Yuri's Night "global space parties" happen from April 4-12.
Oof, between this cold and my baseball schedule (8 hours on the fields on Saturday, 6 hours Sunday, 3 hours Monday) I feel like hammered shit.
I woke up and my mouth tasted like the snot fairies had used it for a latrine all night, and the crust bunnies marked their territory along my eyelids and I somehow managed to swallow a small hockey puck which is lodged sideways in my throat.
On top of all that my sister called me the other day and said: (a) our dad is in failing health and probably going to die; and (b) my niece (her daughter) had diabetic ketoacidosis which had damaged her heart and caused a heart attack. (My niece is 28.)
As it turns out my sister had talked to my dad while he was doing poorly in the hospital but the reason he sounded so bad was because he had his teeth out. Not dying. My niece does, however, need a stent.