Yeah, my aunt is not gonna get better. I just have to call and squelch my reflexive "So how are you?" I'll go with inappropriate humor, she does that too. So much I want to ask and to tell, and there's no knowing how much oomph she'll have at any given time, due to the pain meds. I need to talk to John, as well, but how many ways do you say this fucking sucks?
OK, have to get off this topic or I'm going to be a complete mess.
Puppies and kittens, anyone?
Here's a happier story for everyone. This morning my bus driver slammed on the brakes in the middle of the highway. When I looked out the window to see what was going on, a mother duck and her ducklings were crossing the highway and all the traffic had stopped until they crossed.
Aw.
Here's my latest pic of Darbilicious, the first time she sat down on the deck (instead of standing in place and looking anxious.): [link]
I wish my kitties napped together. Occasionally, Loki and Mister Kitty have a wash session, but it always ends in wrestling. Best I get is all 3 on the bed with me: MK by my head or on my shoulder, Devi against my hip and Loki tucked against me with my arm around him. He's the only one to really like that.
Puppy pics are all too cute.
Darby has a sweet face, Brenda.
A cat would take a couple whacks at a crab and then ignore it. Dog would have lots of fun. I wonder if crabs are like a kong for dogs. My neighborcat could totally benefit from a feline kong...