Willow ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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You make a good point.
It is true that the staff all work out in the open but they work pretty much on top of each other. J, the groomer I really like, was the one Army Guy was chatting to while he dragged Bartleby across the floor.
J should have noticed my distress, but in his phone message he said he really didn't see it. I suspect they are used to a certain level of chaos. Which should be addressed.
{{DJ}} I'm sorry. Sounds like a worthy send off for your cousin.
Go Bonny! You have made the grooming experience a better one for the pets to follow.
Thanks Laura. It was the one thing with the news this morning that made me smile.
Dang, the Morgans have been hit hard these last few months. I'm sorry, DJ.
It certainly feels like it. Thanks, Nora.
DJ, I'm sorry to hear about your cousin.
{{{{{DJ}}}}} I wrap you in snuggles and Chartreuse.
Thanks guys.
{{{{{DJ}}}}} I wrap you in snuggles and Chartreuse.
For this cousin it would be Harley Davidson smokes and whiskey or moonshine (he preferred beer, but I don't care for it).
At Least We Weren't On Fire News - the motor for the jetway was smoking so my dad and I just deplaned off the back of a plane at Atlanta. Down stairs. Dad has some pretty serious mobility issues and stairs are the hardest, slowest and most pianful. We got down okay but there were some iffy ones back up to the terminal so we waited for a chair. Basically this entitles you to slowly walk past several big planes to get the elevators and nice gentleman with the rolly red chair. I did not expect to see this view of the ginormous airport.
Now I heard people grumbling about having to get off of the back of the plane and walk. But we were waiting for everyone else cause, well, slow, and the pilot was explaining that if that motor caught fire, it was BAD. Thirty seconds to save your life bad.
So it took us longer and I smell a little like jet fuel (it smells enough like racing fuel, so it's cool with me) but we got to see a different side of ATL and we weren't on fire. Win.