reading: London Transports, by Maeve Binchy, still. What’s up with her obsession with girls having affairs with married men? I’m about a third of the way through the book (it’s a book of short stories) and almost every story features a girl having an affair with a married man.
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So, Fred’s
going in for surgery next Friday. In the interest of full disclosure and TRUTH, I’m going to tell y’all that I would most likely be okay with wiping his ass. I mean, it’s not something I’d WANT to do, but I could do it, and I’d be okay with it, and I’d just figure it’s practice for when I have to change his diapers in another ten years or so (ha ha! See that? I made a thinly veiled joke about his age! I am SO FUNNY!). But the truth is that Fred would rather hold it in for two weeks than let me do such a thing. Because he’s too goddamn independent, and would rather suffer in silence than ask for someone’s help.
Damn the man.
I expect that by the end of spending two weeks with his arm in a sling, he’s going to be bouncing off the walls, since he won’t be able to go on one of his gentle hikes directly up the side of a mountain while looking for poisonous snakes to poke with a stick. I’ll entertain him the best I can, but since I won’t be able to throw him on my back and carry him up the side of the mountain, I imagine we’ll both be a little stir crazy.
He should be able to go back to work pretty quickly, even though his job requires a lot of typing. He can type with one hand if he needs to.
I’ll let you make your own joke out of THAT.
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The spud and I did a little mother-daughter bonding this morning. I’ve been saying for a long time (probably even as long as a few years) that I was going to take her to have her upper lip waxed (she gets that from my side of the family, unfortunately) and her eyebrows waxed. Since school starts on Monday, I was running out of time, so I finally called a local dayspa and made an appointment for both of us to get our eyebrows and upper lips done.
I’ve only had my eyebrows and lip done once before – a few years ago – and it REALLY FUCKING HURT, but this time I made sure that we both took a couple of Advil before we went, and it ended up not being too bad. We both have wax remnants left all over the place, though, so that’s fun.
I guess this means I’m set for another two years, huh?
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So, I went out to the shelter yesterday to drop off the last of the donations made in Mia’s memory. I sat and chatted with the shelter manager, and held and snuggled a tiny little white blue-eyed kitten named Timon. I looked around the area where there are usually quite a few small kittens in cages (if they haven’t been tested yet, they’re kept in big cages and let out a few times a day to run around and play), but the cages were all empty.
“It cleared out, huh?” I said.
“Yeah, but we’re getting ready to fill back up,” she said. She took at least two calls while I was there from people who had found small kittens that they couldn’t keep.
“Well,” I said. “I’m back, so if you need foster care…”
Meet Jodie and Rambo.
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Jodie.
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Rambo.
They came pre-named, by the way. Despite their resemblance to each other, they’re not siblings. Jodie was born on 6/11 and Rambo was born on 6/9. They’re both incredibly friendly, very happy to be held, and they purr REALLY loudly. Jodie, especially, likes to have her tummy rubbed. I haven’t gotten a good picture of her belly yet, but it’s gray, with dark gray spots. Very, very cute, both of them. Rambo’s quite the character and likes to beat up on Jodie. She holds her own quite well, though.
It’s a little easier getting in and out of the room with only two kittens rather than the five we had before, I’ll tell you that. Rambo did get out of the room this morning when I opened the door, and the spud chased him down. He’s FAST for a little kitten, though maybe he was moving a little faster than he’d wanted to, since Mister Boogers was right behind him with his nose up his butt.
They both weigh just about a pound each, so they’ll probably be here for about a month. They’re healthy and bright-eyed and friendly, so I think we’re going to have a good time with them.
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Doesn’t Mister Boogers look thrilled that he has to share the chair with Spanky?]]>