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Miz Poo had her stitches taken out yesterday, not only out of her eye, but also out of her paw, where the vet had to drain an abcess and stitch it closed. He stitched her paw oddly, so that her paw looks like a cloven hoof. That, or she’s doing the “live long and prosper” thing.
She’s still squinting her eye, and it’s a bit runny today, but the vet said that’s normal.
My poor Poo.
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From my comments:
Let me know what you think of the book Fried Green Tomatoes cause I have to say that is one case where I loved the movie and hated the book. Probably should have read the book first, who knows. I’m curious to hear what you thought.
I didn’t hate the book, but I didn’t care for the way it kept jumping around. I ended up liking it (I’m going to rate it three Poos when I get around to it), but I do think the movie’s better. I’m going to try to convince Fred to rent the movie so we can watch it this weekend.
Robyn: Am I mistaken in thinking that a car can be ordered painted in any color you want?
I think you can only get it from the factory in the colors it comes in – which is to say that if a car doesn’t come in yellow, you can’t get it in yellow from the factory. I could be wrong, though – if I am, someone let me know in the comments, eh?
Why is Fred’s car top secret? Because it’s always referred to as “Fred’s car” and because he makes a point of not disclosing what kind of car it is, I’m going crazy with curiosity.
Because he’s a mean bastard. 🙂
Thank you for the dinner solution! I made the general tsao’s last night for dinner and it was really yummy. Maybe you could tell me your menu for the rest of the week so I don’t have to actually THINK about dinner? 😉
I’m glad you enjoyed the General Tsao’s – a couple of people apparently made it in the days after I linked to the recipe, and enjoyed it. We just had it again last night and it was faaaaaaaaabulous.
Tonight, we’re having pork chops (broiled),
sweet potato crack, and some kind of vegetable (possibly carrots and onions). Tomorrow,
unfried chicken, brussels sprouts, and sugar snap peas. Thursday is sandwich night, where everyone fends for themselves (not surprisingly, sandwich night is my favorite night!).
How fick’n big was a supersize Coke if a large is 32oz?
A supersize was 42 ounces. Did I mention that they’ve done away with the supersize… but they’re charging as much for a large as they used to for a supersize? Those fucking bastards.
I have a question (since you seem to be answering them from the comments!): How do you and Fred work out in your garage? Isn’t it hot out there? Or do y’all have an air conditioner? If I tried to workout in my garage here in Houston, I’d pass out from heat exhaustion!
Yeah, it can get pretty hot out there. I’d love to have it air conditioned out there, but all we have right now is a pretty powerful fan; usually when I’m waiting during the one minute between weight-lifting sets, I go over and stand in front of the fan, and since I’m always dripping with sweat it cools me off very well. Also, we both work out in the morning before it gets really hot out there. Plus, it probably doesn’t get quite as swelteringly hot here in Alabammy as it does in Houston.
It sucks more in the winter when it’s 40 degrees in the garage than it does during the summer when it’s in the 80s, though, that’s for sure.
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I used a strongly scented blueberry bath bomb in the tub last night (sometimes I’m so frickin’ cold when I go upstairs at night that I have to take a hot bath just to warm up. And then when I get in bed, Fred puts his cold-ass feet on my legs, and I have to kill him and bury him in the back yard), one that came from
Newfoundland Naturals, and even though I took a shower this morning (What? I worked out! I can’t walk around nasty all day from the sweat and grime of working out!) I can still smell the blueberry smell.
Thank god it’s a pleasant smell, anyway.
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“I could catch that bird and bring it in the house if I really wanted to…”
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