Oh, sj, that's just awful. Lots of ~ma and prayers their way.

Go, Scrappy's DH. Good one.

My roomie and I went to our favorite bar in town, the one that allows dogs. Frankie was fairly well behaved, the little pet-me slut. Everyone fell in love with him, as usual. The owner was calling it Valenslimez Day, which amused me.

And now to bed. Good night, sweet Bitches. You're all my Valentine.

WOOHOO, I"M SMONSTER'S VALENTINE!! YEAH!

OK, fine, I gotta share with all of you. WHATEVER.

...I also just made a date! For someday. Since I'm gone the next two weeks.

And now to bed. Good night, sweet Bitches. You're all my Valentine.

Mwah!

Honestly, this is what motivated me to communicate with the owner. I can choose to use a different service, but folks who leave their pets with them are unaware.

Makes me wonder whose nephew he is, or if he slept with someone to get the job. I dream of having the testicular fortitude to say stuff like that out loud to the asshats who offend.

TCG and I had a delicious meal tonight at a restaurant we hadn't tried before. And smores for dessert.

Sounds like a lovely way to bounce back from the crappy ass-buckets you had to listen to during the iron infusion.

And so much ~ma to your friends, L and her DH. What a heart-breaking thing to go through.

I feel like shit on so many levels.

I'm sorry to hear that you are so sick, Aims. Returning-health~ma to you.

OH! Something cute/sweet from yesterday at work. Co-worker asked one of the guys if he had a sweetheart to be his Valentine, and he said yes, so she asked who it was, and he said, "Mom". Take that! All you stereotyping tv writers who keep scripting mothers of persons with autism as saying, "My child will never say 'I love you, mom'" I made sure we called his mother to let her know (he's not one for talking on the phone, or I would have seen to it he told her himself).

SJ ~ma and prayers. Can't guarantee who or what i'm praying to, but the thought is very much out there. If anyone deserves a miracle today, it's them.

Mal is hissing at Nico in a very one-sided battle over an empty cardboard box. Mal wants it all to himself. Nico is curled up on a chair cushion utterly uninterested in the box, but slightly annoyed that he's being hissed at for no good reason. Mal is so convinced that the box is the BEST THING EVAH that he feels the need to scare off the other cat. Totally hysterical.

I think part of them is still hoping for a miracle.

Many, many prayers for as much gentleness as there is available in the world for everyone involved.

Makes me wonder whose nephew he is, or if he slept with someone to get the job

I received a very sensitive reply from the owner. It turns out Junior Asshat is in his last week before heading off to the army. The owner hopes he'll learn something there.

I got the sense that she won't do anything as he has terminal short-timer's disease. That's fine. I just feel better that she has policies in place to avoid just this sort of thing happening ("We do all our work out in the open so that clients can watch. I hate it myself when the vet takes my dog away into the back to draw blood and the like.") She got me with that last statement. She gets my concern, so now I'm over it.

I made sure we called his mother to let her know (he's not one for talking on the phone, or I would have seen to it he told her himself).

What a wonderful gift, all the way around, Andi.

bonny, I read the "called the mother" quote as something the owner did for the jerk, and was a little puzzled and such. Like, "your employee sucks so you called his MOTHER? Because he won't talk on the phone?? WT...oh. Oops"

After I hit post I thought to myself, I really should have designated names for the quotes. I totally see the confusion as the result of my being tired and vague.

Sorry!

Oh, I just thought it was funny, bonny! Nothing to apologize over! :)

Hrm. Flight tomorrow, have to leave house at 5:30AM. ...and yet, time to get off couch and pack? Heck no!