'Sleeper'
[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.
smonster, hope Frankie's OK!
I just got my hair cut too, and my hairdresser's lending me a suitcase for France. And noise-cancelling headphones, an eye mask, and a neck pillow. And we're starting a book club. We're going to read all of those books we read as pre-teens: Judy Blume books, Clan of the Cave Bear, The Burning Bed, etc. It's going to be AMAZING. I've been going to this hairdresser for, I don't know, 15-20 years? This is why.
We're at the emergency vet. Saw a drop of blood when he tried to pee. What is it with these pets and their wiener blockages?
Yay for C, amyth. She's awesome.
I told Tom about Frankie and he shouted "Taz!!!" If it's catching, we deeply apologize.
ION: OMG, I got my blog post from last weekend up. [link]
Only complaint: needed MOAR BUFFISTAS. However, we were definitely not lacking with smonster and meara!
Aw, poor Tazzers. How much longer do you have to do the spa treatmeants?
Frankie weighs 38 lbs now. I hope at least a pound of that is urine, because otherwise he's gained 6 lbs since I got him (1.5 years ago). And almost 2 lbs since we moved here, which is crazy! I know he's getting more exercise than he did in NC.
Speaking of the move, it's my 3 months NOLAversary tonight!
Whoo, NOLAVERSARY!
ETA: he gets his stitches out Monday. We just hydrotherapy'd him just now, will do it once tomorrow, and maybe no more after that?? Or we might have to keep doing it as it heals. He don't like it AT ALL though.
NOLAVERSARY, yay!
Poor Taz. But it's really for his own good. Just sucks to have hydrotherapy when you are a regular water-hatin' cat.
I need to write a note to my downstairs neighbors who SLAM their door(s) and I have no tact because I keep thinking they will stop being so rude. And they don't. So I need to say something. Preferably, in a nice tone. What do I say? I am upstairs and am assuming they don't realize how much sound travels since I take off my shoes, walk quietly and always make sure doors close quietly. What do I say?
Frankie! Be well!
Yay, NOLAversary!
Aw, poor Taz!
My posts keep disappearing. I'm paranoid that they will reappear later, and there will be odd double posts. OH WELL.
Went to skating, which went well. I was worried, because it has been so damn busy at work that I couldn't practice this week, but I seem to have remembered what I need to. Then I got my hair cut and colored and no longer feel like Madame Frump of Unkemptistan.
NOLA, NO-NO-NO-NO-NOLA
NOOOOOOOLAAAAAAA
YAY smonster!
It's hailing here, and raining buckets.
Time to do some laundry and do a little steam-mopping. My ass is numb.
But I am rocking like a rocking thang on this res!
Yay for NOLAversary! Boo for poor wee Frankie at the vet. No plumbing problems, dear boy-- you worry your person!
The new hair: [link]
Lopped off something like eight inches. The stylist was actually nearly weeping and begged me to keep it long because in her words: "You've got one of the healthiest heads of long hair I've ever seen!" But I remained firm and told her to start snippin'.
This is going to save me at least an hour in prep time for competition and moreover, I really, really hated the way my hair looked pulled back and up. Now I just have to make sure I have it lacquered to within an inch of its life so it doesn't move. But it looks so SASSY during the Latin dances!