Bummer. I'm sorry. I'd love to see him too.
'The Train Job'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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 can't convince TCG we should get tickets to one of the UK readings, something about not being able to afford it. . Sadly he really isn't doing many stops in the New England area.
FB people already know this, but
Arthur is in kidney failure. He isn't even 3 years old yet. We're waiting for the test results to see what we do next, but we're starting the fluids and the lower protein diet. At least, we're trying to -- Arthur was very uncooperative last night.
And I'm trying not to cry. Especially since I'm part of a big presentation in less than 2 hours.
Oh, Fred Pete. My dear, I am so sorry.
I'm so sorry Fred.
I'm so sorry Fred.
Harvey's best purr-vibes for you and Arthur, Fred. And for the rest of your household.
Remember a couple weeks ago when I asked about microfiber sheets, then concluded I might like them for winter sheets but wanted to stick with cotton for summer? Well, it turns out that the sheets I got were a bait-and-switch. In fine print above the bold 1500 THREAD COUNT EGYPTIAN COTTON says high strength microfiber yarns as soft as. I like 'em just fine. What's more, the cats like them. Harvey is now actually sleeping on the pillow I bought for him, instead of nudging me off my pillow. And Sammie will lie down on the sheets rather than the comforter if she gets to the bed before I make it.
I just really dislike the deception.
Fred, I hope the presentation went ok. Sorry about kitty.
Fred, I'm so sorry about Arthur.