Phew

Sep 25, 2007 23:52

I just talked to Dad who talked to the vet. Atticus ate a little and barked. And he went outside briefly. YAY! I am relieved. I may sound like I'm turning into one of THOSE lap-dog owners, but I swear I'm not.

...I just want my little pudding wudding Attypoo babycakes bumpkin to get better and make his parents and grandparents happy. Is that too much to ask?!?

Lyndsey and I also talked, and she's feeling restless too. We helped each other put things in perspective. She's such an easy-going sweetheart of a person. Just a few minutes ago, she took on the dreaded task of clearing out the bathtub drain. Sarah sauntered in to oversee the operation, gagged, and yelled, "There's a wookie down our freakin' drain!"

Don't worry, La, you better know I love you. You are one of the best things about Alfred. I want to go to Australia, but not permanently and not right this second.

HOLLY: Let's go to Australia some summer. For real.

I should turn out the light so the wookie-vanquisher can get some shut-eye. Night!
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