Noooooooo!
Damn you, Andrew and Jen! DAMN YOU!
(After Fred told me about it yesterday and I wailed and moaned, I said “That makes me sad!” He said “It makes me sad that something like that makes you sad.” Heh. Bastard.)
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Pet store kitties pics are up,
here. That’s not how it’ll look, or where it’ll be permanently, but that’s where it’ll be for now until I can decide what to do. Go check out Mason, who is SUCH a cutie-pie!
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I’ve been to the post office every day this week, mailing a package of Christmas presents every day. By the end of the week the majority of them will be mailed off! Whee!
I also mailed the rest of the holiday cards going to non-US countries. Tonight I’ll start on the US cards.
I think my Christmas spirit is slowly returning.
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The Bean’s nickname for today is “Stanley Rotten.” Not because he’s being so terribly horrible but because it amuses me.
And speaking of that, I had decided on “Fear the Bean” and uploaded the graphic and made the change on all the Bean Swag. Then I checked out my comments, and saw Dana Michelle’s suggestion of “Bean to the Bone”, and almost swallowed my gum. Fred laughed out loud when I read it to him.
I think we have a winner!
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One day a while back, I was looking at the Bean (frankly, I spend FAR too much of my day looking at his troublesome self) and I noticed that one of his toes looked weird. Kind of scabby and there was no hair over the top of it.
“Look at his toe,” I said to Fred. Fred looked at it and touched it to make sure that it wasn’t painful to the Bean; it appeared that it caused the Bean no pain. Since the Bean was going in for a booster shot of something or another in a few days, Fred decided to wait and ask the vet.
“I bet it’s ringworm,” I said.
When Fred got home from the vet, I asked what he’d said. Apparently they have to scrape some of the infected area and try to grow fungus (um, EWWW) before they know for sure. (Note: ringworm is a fungus, not a worm. Just so you know.) Sure enough, ten days later, the vet called to let us know that it was, indeed, ringworm and the best way to treat it was with a topical ointment.
And then we realized that Tubby had a raw-looking spot on the back of his leg.
I can only hope and pray that ALL the fucking cats get ringworm so that every night we’ll have to chase them ALL down and put ointment on their crusty, nasty bald patches. Because, really, what could be more fun?
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I think that perhaps
Jane might – MIGHT, I SAY – be correct when she insists that the cheap ‘n crappy hair styling products don’t do as good a job as the expensive shit. Of course, she’d probably swallow her teeth if I confessed that most days I don’t bother to put anything, cheap or not, in my hair.
So, for your viewing pleasure, I took comparison pictures.
(No styling products. Also, late at night, thus the look o’ looniness on my face)
(With TEN DOLLAR Short Sexy Hair Blow It Up Gel Foam applied, and blown dry. Also, early in the morning, thus the look o’ tiredness on my face)
Admittedly, the second looks better but I still like the first. Because some days I just don’t want to mess with my hair and so I don’t. And oddly (though I didn’t get a picture to illustrate this oddity) it looks better with nothing at all than it does with the $5 Physique gel.
I’m the ultimate in low maintenance.
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On the occasion when the Bean wants love, he jumps up on my desk and drapes himself across my arm – the one I use to control the mouse – and lays there until he falls asleep. At which point he purrs so hard that his entire body and my arm shake.
And then when my arm starts to hurt or fall asleep, I try to gently move him over a little. But he always wakes up and moves to a more comfortable position, draping himself over my arm from the other direction.
Eventually Miz Poo gets jealous and comes up to investigate, and sits around looking like she’s about to kick some ass.
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