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2008-04-12 12:33 PM check-up and checking-off physically, it sucks to be fifty.
i have a headache, an abcess on my finger, and my knee hurts. the cold, wet weather is doing nothing for me, and the moisture in the air has done something very odd to my hair -- it looks like Bozo on crack with blond chunks. heh. the headache is what's bothering me the most. after i post this, i'm laying down wiff mah rice buddy. **** the little Shittard went for his physical this morning, and Gem phoned in the report. he's put on two pounds (up to a whopping FOUR!) and had his distemper shot, which he did not like. he also didn't like having his face and his ass shaved , but apparently he survived it and looks like a big boy. the cat poop thing -- well, they don't think it's a nutritional deficiency, because he's healthy as hellfire, it's more a behavioral thing that he should outgrow. in the meantime, i've moved poor Sparky's watercloset to the basement. he charmed everyone he saw. little shit. heh. **** the girls at the vet's office asked about me, and how i was doing. (it was the wormage and poopage thing.) Gem says, now that's there's nothing moving in the poop and the puppy's housebroken, she's doing fine. i guess they laughed like hell after i left their office with the Poopage Mission accomplished, and talked about it all day. heh. who else can make wormy dog poop funny, i ask you? yes, i consider it a gift from the Universe. **** sometimes, things happen that are more than coincidence. it doesn't happen often, and sometimes the timing sucks and you can't take advantage of it. but once in a while things click a bit, and all it takes is for one thing to fall into place and the rest just follows, and it's like a fine piece of music or a lovely ballet. i'm a little excited. i'm hopeful. i like feeling that way. **** joined the Twitter craze....check. **** tylenol, here i come. Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on. Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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