I'm glad it was peaceful, Scrappy. It helps me to know there's no more pain or distress for my beloved pet.
My aunt's farewell service is this weekend, and I'm realizing I've got like a bunch of major things to get done, including figuring out where I'm staying -- No offers of a place to crash has come from either brother, so. Making it a one-day trip really isn't possible, since it's about a 5 hour trip on average, and even if I'm used to driving a whole lot, a double marathon of it is not a good idea.
Did I mention I hate making reservations?
Don't know what to do with it? Put it on the dining table and we'll decide later.
One of my kitchen counters has that distinction. Seriously, I have this fantasy of a place for everything and everything in its place, but it ain't happening this lifetime. Unless I talk DH into living on a boat!
I went and had more blood drawn today. Lab said they didn't get enough last week to do everything Doc ordered so I went back on Friday and the tech couldn't get anything out of my arm so we decided to try again today since it wasn't like I'm even sick or anything.
Also, good for you ABC, but Roseanne probably still loves the publicity. In the camp of all publicity is a good thing. Yuck.
Hugs to the Scrappy family.
Do people use their dining room table for anything other than this? Ours holds an astonishing amount of crap.
It's a horizontal filing cabinet.
I cleaned off all the clutter off the dresser in the guest bedroom. So, that room is completely done! Who's going to visit?
Ugh, Theo, sorry that's working out to be difficult logistically. Would asking your family in general if anyone has a spare bed you could use for the night be a terrible idea?
I'm so sorry, Scrappy. Hope J is still able to have some happy for his birthday.
Don't know what to do with it? Put it on the dining table and we'll decide later.
Do people use their dining room table for anything other than this? Ours holds an astonishing amount of crap.
Well, 2 or 3 times a year, dining.
From way back:
C. Evans shows up, with or without the pornstache, you know he can get stuff done.
The 2005 Fantastic Four might cure you of that.
Hey, he got stuff done! Johnny Storm-style, but still...
