One more dayyyyyyyyy!!!
Given that my surgery is taking place so early in the day, Fred may go to work for a few hours, and if so I’ll have him post something here letting y’all know that I lived. I suspect I’ll also be Twittering intermittently, so you can check there. I may even be blogging from my phone from time to time, depending on how out of it I am (the more out of it, the more fun the posts, right?!)
I don’t know why I’m telling y’all all of this, since I will be posting an entry before we leave for the hospital tomorrow and will likely tell you all of this again then!
We had steak, beans and rice Chimichangas for dinner last night (and salad too, I swear we do get our veggies in even though I rarely mention them!), and holy moley were they good! The only thing I’ll do differently next time is leave the cumin out of the marinade, because I am not a fan of cumin.
I’m pretty sure I’ve expressed, in the past, my belief that cumin smells and tastes like B.O.
Nance once mocked me for pronouncing cumin like “cyoo-min” instead of “coo-min.” Is it a regional difference in the pronunciation of the word, or am I just totally pronouncing it wrong? How do y’all pronounce it?
I started out yesterday with the biggest of plans, to get the house scrubbed in preparation for the fact that Fred will be responsible for keeping the house clean while I’m recovering from surgery. I was going to do some SERIOUS cleaning, but when it came down to it, the house is actually not so very much of a mess, so I ended up soaking all the humidifiers to get rid of the build-up (empty the humidifier, fill the base with white vinegar, let it sit for half an hour, scrub and rinse), did some laundry, ran the Swiffer Duster over various super-dusty spots in the house, and called it good enough.
Well, I also dumped the litter in each litter box through a sifter (looks somewhat like the insert in this litter pan combo), scrubbed down each litter box, coated each litter box with a light coat of Pam cooking spray (then wiped the excess Pam off), and dumped the clean litter back into the boxes.
This morning, after I take the Magnolias to Petsmart, I’m going over to Sam’s, swinging by Kohl’s, and then coming home to clean the foster room and vacuum the entire house.
The worst part of having surgery is having to wait for it to be time to HAVE the surgery. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever, and it’s still not time yet!
I’m leaving soon to take the Magnolias to Petsmart. They’re all going to be in one (big) cage, which makes me glad, because I like that they’re going to have each other for comfort. It’s a moot point, though, because they’re all going to get adopted during adoption hours tonight, right? RIGHT!
All five in one picture! (Too bad they’re not all in focus!)
Obviously I was waving a toy over my head to get their attention. Hey, it worked!
Skeptical Truvy.
Drum has got the thickest, most luxurious fur. It’s such a pleasure to pet him (and a good thing, too, ’cause he can’t get enough of being petted!)
Sweet Ouiser. Have I mentioned that I’m pretty sure Ouiser thinks she’s a puppy? She loves to run around with a mylar ball in her mouth.
Clairee wonders if it’s time for the pettin’ yet.
I just adore M’Lynn’s markings. Basically, she’s a white cat that someone tossed brown tabby spots at!
Smilin’ Truvy.
Smilin’ M’Lynn.
Miz Poo knows something’s up…
Previously
2009: “They’re rejects from the nursery!”
2008: No entry.
2007: Beach Roses (fiction).
2006: Giggling like that is EXACTLY something Fred would do.
2005: Taking the day off.
2004: I don’t believe I mentioned that the Bean has tapeworms.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: And I yelled “Any fucking thing else?!”, addressing, I guess, God.
2000: Okay, so I don’t have much to say today.