Well, it's the end of the day, and the doctor's office still hasn't called me to let me know my prescription is ready, so that almost certainly means that I'm not getting it until after the weekend. Fuck. My stomach is already reacting to all the Advil I've been taking. And I know that it's pretty much useless to try to call some other doctor I've never met and ask for a Vicodin prescription.

They just called. They said I can pick it up before 5. It's 4:53. No, I can't pick it up before 5. So, I'm picking it up on Monday.

Hil, did you scream at them? I would've lost my cool and screamed at them.

I was close. But if I start getting upset like that, then I start crying, and that would just be embarrassing. I really can't do the whole socially-appropriate-behavior thing when I'm in this much pain. And it wouldn't really be fair to yell at the receptionist when it's the doctor who was late with writing the prescription.

bonny, fair enough. I work in SW, but I doubt the agency would approve of 6 cats moving into my office for any period of time.

Heh. Perhaps not, Fred.

If you know of anyone who wants to start a thriving, hit the ground running pet care business, please send them our way. There is a link at www dot savinggraceservices dot com for potential franchisees. I really, REALLY want to get the SW office going. As you know, that area is booming with pet friendly buildings. We had one fellow nearly set up, but his life changed suddenly and he dropped out. We are ready to GO!

Last week we sent a special present from Matilda to her cousin in Portland, a little fairy house Matilda had built for her at the Dickens Fair (it took a while to figure out how to pack it safely; it's a fragile little thing). It arrived today, and her cousin immediately dictated the following thank-you note to her mom:

Thank you Matilda because I love you and thank you for the fairy house.

I wanted to say that I like that the fairy house door opens for pretend. It is really pretty. I will keep it until I am dead.

From,
Amelia Rose
I love you!

Because I love you, because I love you. I will keep you until you're broken and dead, Matilda.

[to which her mom appended a note apologizing for that but saying Amelia had been adamant about including it]

It's both horrible and adorable. Horrordorable!

It sounds like a very Addams family letter.

It's both horrible and adorable. Horrordorable!

It really is both.

I don't even see the horrible there. Doesn't everyone want to know that they will be loved even when they are broken and dead? I want to be loved right up until my last miserable, probably pititful, breath.

Mind you, I don't want to be loved *to* death and I don't want love to break me. Very important clarification.

I don't really see the horrible, either. But super adorable!