Anyway, hardy worms or not, Panacur is a joy to me.
Oh, yeah. It's quick, it's easy, it works. The only problem is the earlier part, where you come home to evidence that the dog has whipworms. Gah.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Anyway, hardy worms or not, Panacur is a joy to me.
Oh, yeah. It's quick, it's easy, it works. The only problem is the earlier part, where you come home to evidence that the dog has whipworms. Gah.
Announcement: The bushes are gone. I repeat: The bushes are gone.
God Bless my BiL and his mighty mighty Bostones hedge clippers OF DOOM.
And the 4 kids I bribed with Happy Meals to do the cleanup.
First four pictures: [link]
Announcement: The bushes are gone. I repeat: The bushes are gone.
Just the sentence to read after a discussion of Hip Clips and dazzling pubes.
Since it's "Hip Snips" I think it may be new and interesting ways to trim the hair. Either way, not for me.
That reminds me of the hair styling contest movie, featuring Alan Rickman as a badass stylist with scissors tattooed on his feet. Off to imdb for the name...
Ha, Connie!
That's awesome, Aims.
Blow Dry! One of the most enjoyable movies I've ever seen on a plane.
Neighborlady is gonna plotz when she sees. Now to go to my mother's house and start stealing her rototiller and plants. I see daylillies in my future.
Announcement: The bushes are gone. I repeat: The bushes are gone.
Just the sentence to read after a discussion of Hip Clips and dazzling pubes.
Hee!!
And sounds like St.Woot is quite the find--way to go, smonster!!
From yesterday:
I was scratching a mosquito bite on my side, and it dawned on me that my side felt odd. And I realized--that's a corner I'm feeling. Not the continuous curve that has been my torso for decades, but an actual muscle edge. I ran my fingers along it disbelief for nearly a minute before I stopped myself.
I'm constantly fondling parts of my body now, Connie! I can't keep my hand off of my collarbone, and I'm always wrapping my left hand around my right wrist, since my fingers can now completely encircle it.
I was ogling Hubby's legs, today. He's been going to the gym, too. I think he appreciated it. Damn, that man has a great butt.
When I bellydanced I used to feel my tummy all the time - I'd never had anything remotely approaching a defined waist until then. And when I'm doing carpentry I make people feel my right forearm.
In more good news, my sister's likely going to get an offer to go permanent at her job! This is huge, and much needed for her mental health.
I texted StW a while back that I couldn't stop smiling, and just got this back:
Me neither - just finished my morning conference and i think my residents are wondering why I seem to love hemophilia so much.
Doctor humor. Heh.