Yikes, Scrappy! I'm glad they are doing as well as they are.
Mister Kitty is remarkably perkier with antibiotics on board. As in, perkier than he's been in months. His fur is even in better shape. Afraid he may have been battling infection for some time. Afraid of what happens when the antibiotics wear out. Maybe I can keep him on them for as long as they keep working & he's perky?
Glad they are doing okay Scrappy.
The real estate ad I linked to earlier was the Amityville Horror house, it's for sale and it looks like a really nice house aside from . . . you know . . . the price.
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Wow, Scrappy! Sorry for the stress, but good news everyone is OK now.
Thanks to you people, I just remembered to put some chicken in the broiler -- I put it frozen in marinade in the fridge last night, but just got home from choir practice/trip meeting. Phew!
Relatedly, I just got an email that I could usher at a play last night that I want to see, but I already just want to come home after work and go to bed. Ah well. I put myself on the wait list, I guess I have to do it.
Glad everyone is getting better, Scrappy.
Also very glad that Mister Kitty is improving. Hopefully the anti-b will kill the infection totally and he'll reperkified.
That sounds like a nice addition to the neighborhood, Matt.
Yeah, if the dive across the street had started drawing in smoking hot soldiers in uniform two years ago, I'd have done a lot less grumbling about the bike noise and drunken frat boys.
Yeah, if the dive across the street had started drawing in smoking hot soldiers in uniform two years ago, I'd have done a lot less grumbling about the bike noise and drunken frat boys.
Speaking of smoking hot boys in uniform, I was browsing through John Waters new book
Role Models
today and he's got a chapter on "Outsider Porn" that includes a guy who did nothing but amateur videos of blowing Marines.
It's actually a really fascinating read. The other pornographer he profiles is into only very dangerous rough trade (ex cons, drug dealers, pimps).
Yeah, so in my previous post, when I said "last night," I meant, "tomorrow night."
Food has dimmed my rage, and now I'm just tired.
Oh, poopy.