Poor Miz Poo. A few weeks ago I discovered that she’d been biting at the fur on her stomach, and I never noticed until I realized that she had what appeared to be a shaved spot from her “waist” (yeah, yeah, cats don’t have waists, YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT) down and she had a small rash. Then I checked her lip and realized that it was starting to swell. I put it off for a little while ’cause I always hope she’ll get better on her own, but she didn’t stop worrying at the skin on her stomach and when the sound of constant licking got to me, I finally took her to the vet.
Which is when the vet looked at Miz Poo’s records and we found that the last time Miz Poo needed a steroid shot (for her lip) was in June of 2007. We were both amazed – for a while there, it seemed Miz Poo was going every three months – and it would be really nice if she didn’t need another shot for another 15 months.
She got her shot of steroids, which will hopefully clear up her lip and her rashy belly, but if it’s not completely cleared up in three weeks, she’ll go back for a second shot.
After we left the vet’s office I ended up running some errands, which thrilled Miz Poo to no end, which she proved by snoozing through the entire process. We stopped by a donation bin between the vet’s office and Madison (I donated bags of stuff to a local women and children’s shelter), I ran into the grocery store in Madison to get my thyroid medication (I need to start having my prescriptions filled closer to home, but I keep hoping they’ll get that damn Publix they’re building ten minutes up the road finished so I can start going there), I ran by the post office to check my mail, drove through the credit union drive-up, and then I was thinking about stopping at Lowe’s to get some new doormats for the back door, but I decided I’d put the poor cat through quite enough for one morning, so we came home.
When Fred got home from work, I did what I’ve been putting off for ages – I got the window cleaner, rags, paper towels, and the vacuum cleaner, and I went outside and cleaned the inside of both our cars. Mine has had about fifteen pounds of corn on the driver’s side floor since we went to the safari adventure place last month and the camel was all
“I SEE YOU HAS CORN GIVE TO ME NOM NOM NOM”
and corn was spilled.
Fred’s car, oh my god. That was one dusty-ass messy-ass nasty-ass fucking car, and though it took me forever I got his car in decent shape. I stopped at one point to ask him “When you get change back, do you just toss it over your shoulder into the back of the car, or what?”, because I must have found fifteen dollars in change scattered all over hell and creation.
After I was done with the cars, I swept out the half of the garage not taken over by the brooder, and I wiped the dust and dirt and thousands upon thousands of spider webs and cobwebs off the exercise equipment, freezer, bookcase, etc. All of this took about two hours, so it was a lucky thing we were having leftovers for dinner instead of my having to cook.
I still need to do some more cleaning in the garage – I hate to have it such a mess – so maybe I’ll do that later today.
Or maybe I’ll just be a lazy ass and watch TV and read all day long. That seems more likely, really.
So last week, I stopped by Target after I went to the pet store, and I browsed a little, and then I bought a couple of shirts I thought I’d like and was pretty sure would fit me. All of the shirts I currently own are t-shirts, and it would be nice to be able to go out into public in something that doesn’t have a snarky saying or a picture of a cat on the front of it.
I put on the first shirt, a size medium, and I thought it fit okay, maybe a little tight, but then I looked at myself in the mirror, and then I summoned Fred to take a picture, and before he took the picture, I said “Does this shirt make my boobs look… LOW?”
He laughed and said “I didn’t think so ’til you said that!”
And then I took the shirt off and tried on the second shirt, which was a button-up in size large. BY THE EXACT SAME COMPANY WHICH MADE SHIRT NUMBER ONE.
A wee bit small, I’d say.
So both shirts went back to Target, and I have made up my mind that one day soon I’m going to take the frickin’ day and I’m going to go to Target or the mall or whatever and instead of buying clothes without trying them on first I’m going to TRY THE FRICKIN’ CLOTHES ON BEFORE I BUY THEM.
God. I’m 40 years old. You’d think I’d have LEARNED this sort of thing by now.
I do not know what on earth I was saying to Fred or why I was looking over at the dresser while I was tugging on the front of my shirt while I said whatever it was, but the look on my face in this picture cracks me UP. I’m sure I was saying something particularly assy or mocking Fred for mocking me.
“So I says to him, I says, look, you. If I want to play with that rattly mouse, YOU are not going to stop me, mister, and you can go het on someone else. Your het does not scare me. AT ALL. And he pretended not to care, but I think we know he cares. HE CARES. I think he was crying a little.”
Miss Momma on the front porch. This is her welcoming look.
Previously
2007: Who needs a stinkin’ appendix, anyway?
2006: No entry.
2005: (I shot a man in Texas, just to watch him die.)
2004: No entry.
2003: So basically I paid twice as much for a keyboard as I would have on my own for no good reason, all thanks to that Staples employee, may he rot in hell.
2002: I hope that leaf doesn’t give me a damn yeast infection.
2001: No entry.
2000: I’m not sure what happened next. I believe I blacked out.
Awwww! You should have kept the green shirt! I thought it looked really good! Come to Maryland and we’ll go shopping together. Mkay?
The second shirt looks like you are in a low budget porno. Like you’d show up to the office all about to bust out of your top, then your boss comes in, sees your hooters, rips open your shirt and takes you right there on the desk.
Every time my dad went through a drive thru or tollbooth and got change, he would literally throw it onto the floor on the passenger side of the car. If my little brothers were in the car he told them they could pick up any change they found and keep it.
My cat Bubba has to get a steroid shot too. He licks the base of his tail until it’s a HUGE raw spot. Then he gets all moody and starts trying to have sex with his sissy, Missy Mamas. I tell you…being a cat parent is hard!
Oh my god, Target is so awful with their sizing. I’ve picked up XL shirts in there that are more like mediums.
The second shirt is probably a “juniors” size. They’re cut more narrowly and the pants are made for shorter legs.
I HET HET HET TARGET clothing. First, they do not have a suitable plus size clothing section – more like one rack of slob wear — the type of things you would wear to hang around the house cleaning. And they charge top dollar! Why is it so difficult to stock some decent work clothes? A rack of separates (jacket, slacks, blouses) would be very welcome. Target is the closest dept. store to my house, but boy they do not like larger size ladies. And I second their sizing issues. My hubby once got me a 1XL blouse that fit like it was a 12/14. Grrrr.
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the first shirt – second shirt – eehhww……..
I don’t think the first shirt made your boobs look low, but I do agree that you could probably find a better shirt for the money.
Oh Miss Momma. Such a badass. She’s my favorite, and I vote for her in every poll. I do go for that dead-eyed, killer stare.
I think that first shirt/blouse looks fabulous on you! 🙂
Miss Momma looks like she keeps a collection of human heads in a little cat house nearby. 😛
I actually really like the neckline of the first shirt. It’s very flattering. I found a similar neckline top at K0hl’s a couple months ago that was a bit more forgiving over the boobage, not clingy but not baggy either.
Your entry yesterday made me think of this site. Have you seen it? Some of the older entries are particularly funny. http://thriftstoreadventures.blogspot.com/
Lordy!Lordy! woman you crack me up with captions like this:
“So I says to him, I says, look, you. If I want to play with that rattly mouse, YOU are not going to stop me, mister, and you can go het on someone else. Your het does not scare me. AT ALL. And he pretended not to care, but I think we know he cares. HE CARES. I think he was crying a little.”
Purrrfect for that pic!
I hate Target shirts, too. They’re always too short, and those stupid bound bands around the bottom are not flattering for anyone.
I think the first shirt looked okay, though. You might want to consider v-neck shirts. I think they draw the eye to an up-and-down scale, and they seem to be slimming for almost anybody.
Robyn, you look great! Congratulations on all your hard work – what a pay-off!
You look great Robyn! Re. the shirts, I learned from watching “What Not To Wear” that v-necks and wrap shirts are more flattering than round necklines. Round necklines do give the illusion of a lower bustline. Being a well-endowed girl, I always stayed away from v-necks, but I made the switch and will never go back. 🙂 The color is a good one for you, however.
What a great opportunity to complain about how shirts for us ladies are sized, and cut.
I know I am not the only female on this planet that measures more than 12 inches from shoulder to shoulder, so why, why, WHY is it so freakin’ difficult to find a top that fits across my (big, strong, should be envied) shoulders???
And these “XL” shirts that yes, are sized like a 12/14 or a 14/16 really fuckin’ piss me off.
Snort! Am I the only one who thinks you (in the last pic) and Zoe have exactly the same expressions on your faces? LOVE IT!
Your boobs look low because you aren’t used to wearing that type of shirt- the oval neck has more skin than you are used to showing. You look uber HAWT though. The second must be a Jr size. They don’t have big ole hooters.
I really love that green shirt. I think it fits you nicely. Too bad you took it back.
Most of our clothing is probably sewed by people who each weigh about 85 pounds… As I put on my enormous underpants, sometimes I think that they may have given their maker an equally enormous laugh, considering that someone could actually wear them.
I remember what panty crotches are supposed to look like — a middle piece separately attached to the legs, but the latest purchased from Lane Bryant have a 2″ diamond shaped piece of fabric sewn over where the legs are sewn together. Mighty strange. New panties also fall apart a lot sooner.
My DH got a bunch of shirts from a pricy catalog, and we were amazed that each seemed to come from a different country, most of which we couldn’t have found on a map.
The second shirt makes you look like one of the sentry gaurds on Gomer Pyle USMC. And as for that picture; it seems to me that it was seen on an older one of your sites some time ago.
Sammi
So no comments on the beautiful eyes of the camel…and the sweet little smooch ready mouth. I mean talk about come hither, just don’t tell me it’s a he camel not a she camel.
The look of dismay in the 2nd picture made me laugh. But not at you.
I vote for a V-neck shirt for you and your girls.
I agree with everyone else, you look great!
Shirt number 2 is a no. Shirt number 1 – I think you just need to go to the mall when the lady is measuring people for bras and have yourself fited for a good bra. I know you bought some bras over the internet, but i think you’re wearing the wrong size.
You are looking positively little these days! (Except the boobs!) Way to go! I liked the green shirt on you. Good color for you.