Want to give me something? Give me nail polish (though I'm sort of on a break from it right now)
Which reminds me, I have some nail polish for you.
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Want to give me something? Give me nail polish (though I'm sort of on a break from it right now)
Which reminds me, I have some nail polish for you.
Both our dogs are in getting their teeth cleaned this morning. I am also a bit on the nervy side about it.
Anaesthesia and sedation are nothing to sneeze at. They carry risk. The risk is pretty remote, but it is there. Dental care is, I think, worth the risk in general (exceptions made for individuals who have known risk factors contraindicating anaethesia or sedation, of course). But lots of pet-dental~ma for those in need.
IOmememeN, it is 98.6˚F (37˚C) here. Humidity is pretty low, so it could be a lot more miserable. But I think me and Daniel's nephew Chris are the only people in the state who are really enjoying it. I am looking forward to mowing the lawn after Daniel's cousin gets done fixing the Grand Am so Daniel can get away from driving the gas-hog Dodge Ram. Steve has many allergies, and grass is apparently one of them. In the meantime I am happily putting laundry out on the line, and looking for more laundry to do.
Another eHarmony thing I don't understand: one of the questions is something like "Besides your parents, who has been the most influential person in your life?" I've seen a few people who answered this with something like "Sam and Joe." Do they not understand the purpose of this site?
My mom packed most of the breakables, and bubble-wrapped all my framed art. One kitchen box is almost full, and I've started the box to go with me and basket o' snacks. I've got my CDs for the trip picked out. I've done laundry and folded clothes. I canceled my internet for Thursday. Tonight a load of furniture will go to amyth. Tomorrow the goat farmers are coming to help me load, and my mom is coming back to keep packing.
And I am FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. I think it might be time for a quarter of a Xanax.
You are going to make it. I decree it to be so.
I adore flowers, living or cut. I love getting them and I like giving them (I try to find out if someone's allergic beforehand).
Dogs survived the cleaning and are almost ready to come home. The tech told my DH "The little one is awake, but your poodle is still a little groggy." "Oh, he's always like that" was his reply. Hee.
The "Fat Chick" thing I mentioned a few days ago is still plaguing me more than I can say, which made it a *stupendously* bad idea to go shopping for shorts today. But it's 94 degrees, and I need shorts. But, uh -- yeah. I didn't realize what I look like when I sit down. My mind is a very bad place right now. I feel like I should get on my knees and thank Tim for loving me despite what I look like. It is not good right now.
Aw Teppy, it sucks to feel that way.
Just don't get in front of a mirror and see how you look on your knees...
There are many times I am very glad I cannot see myself from behind. The rare occasions I do, I tend to be horrified. But since I never do, I am usually able to put it out of my mind and assume I look JUST FINE. (I tend to swing wildly between having an overinflated sense of my own looks, or thinking I look AWFUL)