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So last weekend (not this past weekend, but the one before), we were having bad weather and the tornado sirens were periodically going off (and we were ignoring them), and Fred and the spud were having spaghetti for dinner. Fred’s spaghetti involves ground turkey, and I just do not do ground turkey. The thought of eating ground turkey makes me want to gag, because I swear I look at the stuff and I can just SEE the salmonella crawling all over it.
The salmonella crawling all over the boneless chicken breasts we eat at least twice a week is apparently A-OK with me.
Anyway, Fred likes to have spaghetti every few weeks because, well, first of all because he likes it, but second of all he also gets several lunches out of it to get him through his work week. He likes to take leftovers for lunch rather than having to deal with making sandwiches.
So Fred was in the process of making dinner for he and the spud, and I decided to go out and get a grilled chicken salad from Sonic for dinner. I really like the grilled chicken salad from Sonic, and I also like to get a Route 44-sized Diet Coke from Sonic because there is just nothing on earth like Diet Coke from the fountain.
When I win the lottery, I’m going to buy a Diet Coke fountain machine, and a good-looking 19 year-old gardener to mow the lawn shirtless and bring me fountain Diet Cokes whenever I’m running low.
But I digress.
I left the house to get my salad, and as I was pulling out of our street, a tornado warning came over the radio. It said (and, of course, this is a paraphrase of the actual message): “Blah blah some place in Nashville has issued a tornado warning for Madison County until 5:03 pm. If you’re out driving, find a secure tornado shelter, blah blah blah. As a last resort, take cover in a culvert, ditch, or low-lying area, and cover your head with your hands.” Immediately, I laughed.
Cover your head with your hands. I imagined myself on the five o’clock news, all covered in mud. “I done saw a twister touch down, an’ it picked up muh car, and it done tossed it RIGHT AT ME. I could’ve been KILLT! But I ‘membered what the feller on the radio said, an’ I covered my head with my hands, and even though the car landed RIGHT ON ME, I was okay! Because I covered my head with my hands! And the twister was going to pick me up and toss me around, but it said to itself, it said “That ain’t no person. That’s just a body with no head. Who wants a body with no head? NOT ME.” and it kep’ on going! Thank god for that feller on the radio! If I hadn’ta covered my head with my hands, I might be DEAD right now!”
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I was in Wal-Mart last week (yes! I went into Wal-Mart, because Target didn’t have what I needed!) and I was walking around in a daze like I always am when I go into Target or Wal-Mart, because there’s SO MUCH STUFF I didn’t even know I needed, and I vaguely heard an announcement that went along the lines of “Heather, you have a call on line three. Heather, line three.” and I thought nothing of it. Until two minutes later when a man’s voice came over the… announcement thingy… and he said “Please repeat the message for Heather.” And I swear upon all that is holy that he sounded EXACTLY like Pete in
O Brother, Where Art Thou, saying “Do. Not. Seek. The TREASURE.” I waited for a few more minutes for someone to come over the loudspeaker and say “We thought you was a toad!”, but apparently Delmar wasn’t working that day.
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I am pleased to announce that the poo situation is one THOUSAND times better than it was on Thursday. I left Sugarbutt in the cage for the rest of Friday, and then Saturday morning he had improved so much that I gave him a bath and let him out into the room with Callie. He stayed out of the cage for the rest of the day and then Sunday morning things were looking so good that I gave him a quick bath to wash the dried poo off of him, and let he and Callie out of their room, and Smitty and Bear out of THEIR room, and let them run around the house until bedtime.
I wouldn’t say that Sugarbutt’s butt is at 100%, but it’s so much better than it was last Thursday that I’m not complaining. He’s still on antibiotics, so hopefully it’ll improve even more.
The kittens are going in to be spayed and neutered on Thursday, and will get their microchips and rabies shots at the same time. Once they’re healed up from the spaying and neutering, they’ll be ready to go up for adoption, it’ll just be a matter of space opening up at the pet store. We’re not going to get to keep these guys as long as we did the first and second batch, but I’ve still gotten really attached to the little brats. Wahhh!
I love this picture, ’cause you can see Mister Boogers’ fangs, and that always cracks me up.
Bear flops across the vast expanse of my midsection to snooze while I watch TV.
Smitty claims Mister Boogers’ cat bed for his own. You can imagine how that went over with Mister Boogers.
Pictures of cats licking their lips always makes me laugh.
Miz Poo and Callie touch noses. AND THEN NO SMACKDOWN ENSUED. Will wonders never cease?
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And so Javert, you see it’s true
That man bears no more guilt than you!
Who am I?
Two four six oh…..”
“…oooooooooooooooooone!”]]>