I just got to wash a particularly vile cat butt. Afterward, instead of being aloof and sulking off to lick her bruised dignity like most cats would, she wanted to be all lovey. I guess my patience with those frightened kittens (4 years ago?) has worked out.
Now I think I need to go to urgent care. I look like I've been punched in the face. For a couple of days I've had a streak along my cheekbone that was kind of red and itchy. Today it's really swollen. Here's hoping it's something simple and not too expensive to treat.
You know what's not reassuring. The name of the Chevron rig that is in even deeper water than the Deepwater Horizon is "Blind Faith". No, really.
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This just in: leftover Afghan food is delicious. The only thing that could make this MORE delicious is if I had more of the awesome yogurt sauce, but alas, I do not.
(The concert? NOT MY IDEA. It's...a thing, and I'm happy to do it, but the timing could not be worse, is all I'm saying.)
well, you could use the frame thing as a way to get out of it. I mean, it sounds like it's one of those things that you don't mind doing if there's nothing else going on, but now that it's making other things inconvenient, you should bail. Call it a birthday gift to yourself.
I would love to, but we're "taking" one of The Boy's aunts. She has Down's Syndrome, and has a trust that provides for her leisure/recreational/vacation activities. Since The Boy is the only one of her nephews who doesn't have kids, he has a lot more free time than his other 2 brothers. So when his aunt wants to go to the movies/concerts/etc., The Boy goes with her. And now that I'm part of the package deal with The Boy, I go as well.
She'd be really disappointed if I didn't go, and like I said, I'm happy to do it because she enjoys it so so SO much. (And because she's a sweetheart and I really love her.) The timing is just really bad this year.
I agree with msbelle. Reschedule your birthday. Or just extend it.
Palin has a solution for Gulf disaster
That woman tests my commitment to not wishing ill on anyone.
I'm sorry your week is being so awful Teppy. Definitely extend your birthday.
In other Fricking Tino news, this morning I had an 8:10 doctor appointment at a place I'd never been, so I get to the general area the building should be about 8:00, and can't find the fucking place. At 8:08, I decide I am tired of driving in circles, so I try to call the office to see where they are, and it takes me 11 minutes to actually get someone on the phone in the office to ask them where they are, by which point they've canceled my appointment already, so now I have to go back at 11:00.
The New Yorker presents the BP "I Hate To Clean-Up" Cookbook:
Blackened Prawns
This is such a favorite with the guys on the rigs that the running joke is that our company was named after the dish!
Ingredients:
Prawns. If prawns are extinct, use chicken drumettes.
