Bonny, I am so, so sad for you. You gave Bartleby a wonderful life, and he did the same for you, and the hardest part is to do what's best for him at the end. All my love to you.
Anya ,'Showtime'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
I am home from the errands. I spoke French with Simon [link] but did not buy a sign, even though he offered me a Francophone discount. Now to knock off the remainder of my to-do list.
- Wash dishes
- Type up pet care instructions
- Put away clothes - NEARLY DONE
- Pack - STARTED
- Pay doctor bill
- Update YNAB
- Put on new duvet cover
- Put together package
- Scoop pans
- Stop by Nora's
Go duvet cover! Choose duvet cover!
The duvet cover always involves kicking pets off the bed. But I'll go do it now.
I took stuff that's ready to the post office. Nearly $40 total for priority mail. I'm still not done with some things and I still have to finish my Secret Santa stuff.
I need to:
- do dishes
- take out trash
- make beef stew
- pick up in the living room
- work on laundry
- drop books off to library (which I forgot to do when I went to the post office)
Bonny, I am deeply sorry for your loss. You and Bartleby were lucky to have found each other.
Man, that was a PITA. Especially threading the loops on the duvet around the buttons on the cover, as I am overcaffeinated and jittery. But it is done! And I will post a picture on fb.
- Wash dishes
- Type up pet care instructions
- Put away clothes - DONE
- Pack - STARTED
- Pay doctor bill
- Update YNAB - DONE
- Put on new duvet cover - DONE
- Put together package
- Scoop pans
- Stop by Nora's
- Take Frankie to C's
- Shower
The duvet cover is conquered!
I am so sorry, bonny.
I'm leaving for Nashville in the morning, and I don't want to do anything I should be doing. Don't wanna wrap. Don't wanna finish packing. Irritated because it's raining too hard to start packing the truck. Can't find a present. I have pre-family nerves. I'm thinking about the fact that it's the end of the year and I got almost nothing done I meant to.
Bah.