Surgery~ma to Connie's DH and health~ma to Frankenbuddha's neightbor.
And anti-roach-and-wasp~ma to the rest of us (except those who enjoy watching yellow jackets do their thing). I've been without a go-to male for a quite a while, so I've managed to transform my deep, abiding wasp fear into deep, abiding hate, with bonus killing action. And I have three cans of wasp spray near the front door.
Happy birthday, Calli! I admire you for turning fear into hate with regards to wasps. I'd like to do that with spiders. As yet, it has not happened. Possibly because I almost always have a potential spider-rescuer on hand. If I ever live alone again, I'm getting a cat. One that's fond of hunting spiders.
I'm googling for a very tiny hamster ball - this is turning out to be quite hard to find. My dwarf hamster is doing a lot of refusing to come out of her little house. We've tried lots of things to coax her out, but I reckon she just needs regular exposure to the world and people. She's too tiny for the big hamster balls, though.
Happy Birthday, Calli!
Surgery ~ma for Connie's DH. May the surgeon be having a particularly skillful day.
Health ~ma for Kristin and for Frank's landlord.
Why is it already Monday morning? Those of you that got the day first should have held on to it a little longer.
Happy Birthday to Burrell!
Happy Birthday Calli! Happy Birthday Burrell!
Ok, back to work with me. Really. Tell me to get back to work if you see my font!
Happy Birthday Burrell!! Happy Birthday Calli!!
I should do some work, but it's freezing in here and I feel like my stomach wants to turn itself inside out. Fucking first trimester.