My first full-time job after college while sharing a duplex with my smelly male younger cousin (whom I love dearly), I came up with a life motto: whenever you can, poop somewhere other than your home. I stand by it. Keep the stink out, do your business elsewhere.
It doesn't always hold as a good idea, maybe not when your elsewhere is only other people's homes.
Lightning!
Scheduled all my anxiety causing bills to be paid for the next two months. Done and done.
And there's thunder.
Also, turning back on the heat. My feet are hurting at 62 when it's colder than that outside.
Are any of the buffistas able to read Czech?
omg shrift, those dino plantars are adorable.
I have skimmed because I was doing freelance work after work this week. Which is hella boring, but every hour is a bit more against the new kitchen.
My Dad had two strokes last summer, and we only found out weeks later. Sometimes shit like that just happens and you can't even tell until later.
TNG is failing. She's having a lot of trouble getting around or standing up and I don't know how long I should give her... waaaah. She's the sweetest dog and this sucks.
Our older cat is failing too. It's just hard, Consuela.
I'm sorry, Consuela and Burrell, about your pets who are not doing well. It's just so tough.
Ah, poor TNG and oldest cat. I'm sorry, humans of theirs.
I'm sorry about the ailing/aging pets. I hope their decline is as painless as possible.
Oh, I'm so sorry. Pets should not get old.