All best thoughts, Connie.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
No Complications -Ma, Connie. And a round of painkillers after.
This. Swift recovery to you!
Surgery ~ma for you, Connie, with no complications and as little pain as possible.
Plus, the good meds.
According to my mother, I have too many things on my Amazon wishlist, thus making it difficult for her to buy me something not on my list. I give up on trying to understand this logic. (At Passover, we get afikomen presents, which are generally small things -- my aunt and my mom each got me a book, and my mom also got me a pair of Liberty of London Target flipflops.)
Surgery ~ma, Connie.
Kristin, I did not know you were interviewing. Sorry if I missed it, but that's great news!
Lots of surgury~ma, Connie.
Surgery~ma, Connie.
Oy, an old, old crush of mine from high school found me on Facebook. I possibly made a mistake in friending him.
Three job rejections today.
On the plus side, I just made mayonnaise. Way cheaper and healthier than the store-bought kind. (It's kind of a cheating mayonnaise -- the actual base is tofu, with just enough oil added to give it the right creamy texture without adding a ton of fat. I recently went through a jar of Vegenaise in a week, and desperately needed something healthier.)
Best of outcomes Connie.
Minor whine...feel free to walk on by:
My bestie is out of town and while normally her dog sitter would have her two Shih Tzus, the sitter had surgery this week...so it's down to me.
I had a doggy lama appointment this afternoon, so I left the two with Bartleby for three hours.
One of them barked for the entire time I was gone, both of them crapped on my office rug and one of them peed. Then, the littlest, pushiest of them barked at me for at least half hour.
Unfortunately, just as I was coping with all this, the bestie asked me how it was going. I told her the truth. She got mad and started flailing around to get someone else to take the dogs. She spoke to me as if it were my fault and I felt like I had to take care of her feelings while I was pretty pissed myself. Pun totally intended.
Ergh.
On the other hand, they are moving to AZ next month and I will probably never see them again. So, just, ugh.
t /whiney pants