Dog bites face and other news
Oreo bit me in the face yesterday. To be fair, it was my own fault. Oreo is one of the two small dogs I'm watching for my dad while he and my mom are off in Greece for a month (they're all doing fine by the way - they should be in Athens now and back in the states by the end of the week). Still, small dog with small teeth meant small teethmarks on my lower lip. There was blood, a decent amount of it actually, and the lower cut left my lip open almost a centimeter, but I washed it off, swabbed it with alcohol and antibiotic goop and a band-aid and soldiered on. Teach me to try kissing a small cute dog that otherwise acts in every way like he loves me. He's at my feet now, under the desk, making his little snorkeling noises. Lurking.
That's probably the worst of it though. I took a basic Spanish conversational course a few weeks ago, which means I can occasionally understand what workmen in the neighborhood are saying to each other ("hey, are you taking notes?" "Yes, yes. Taking notes." weird). Marv dragged me off to see Hellboy II after game Friday (it rocks - go see it), and the Space-Opera/Lost Worlds Romance game I've been running Saturday still seems to be keeping my players excited. I've started seeing the old family chiropractor Dr. Bill again - my chronic knee problem has decided to make me feel old and feeble again, and as I'm still primarily a pedestrian I have to do what I can to keep it going. That's my life. I'm still living it.
That's probably the worst of it though. I took a basic Spanish conversational course a few weeks ago, which means I can occasionally understand what workmen in the neighborhood are saying to each other ("hey, are you taking notes?" "Yes, yes. Taking notes." weird). Marv dragged me off to see Hellboy II after game Friday (it rocks - go see it), and the Space-Opera/Lost Worlds Romance game I've been running Saturday still seems to be keeping my players excited. I've started seeing the old family chiropractor Dr. Bill again - my chronic knee problem has decided to make me feel old and feeble again, and as I'm still primarily a pedestrian I have to do what I can to keep it going. That's my life. I'm still living it.