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So, I changed my password again because I had completely forgotten it...again. My memory is apparently non-existent. Wonder how that happened? Heh.
Our little Mingus died today :-( We knew from the day we got her she'd be weak because both her and Brownie are inbred. She was fine for the first few months, but we've been taking her to the vet a lot lately for various things. I think she just had a really low immune system. This last time, they gave us some medicine, but pretty much told us she had no chance of making it. We did everything we could for her, but I think it was her time. Now, she's not suffering anymore. And we had a great year with her, so I wouldn't change anything if I could, because I loved that little 'goo to death. All degus go to heaven, right? Brownie's perfectly okay. We seriously think she has some kind of mental problem, and might even be happier alone. we'll see.
Anyway, on to happier things. Excited about my birthday party. I'll be attending as one of the Uma Thurman girls--if I can find it, a yellow jumpsuit like the Bride. If not, her outfit in Pulp Fiction, which is pretty easy to find. The beverages have been planned. Keystones for beer pong, nice beer of some kind for the close friends in the upstairs fridge--and a beverage for each of the reservoir dogs, as follows:
Mr. White: white russian
Mr. Brown: Rum & coke
Mr. Pink: Jello shots
Mr. Blue: Ritz Fizz
Mr. Orange: screwdriver
Mr. Blond: Whiskey sour
...yes yes friends, excitement abounds.
New apartment rocks. New roomates are awesome. Love to everything. Going to go pretend to do some work, and veg out for my last few days before the semester starts.
Our little Mingus died today :-( We knew from the day we got her she'd be weak because both her and Brownie are inbred. She was fine for the first few months, but we've been taking her to the vet a lot lately for various things. I think she just had a really low immune system. This last time, they gave us some medicine, but pretty much told us she had no chance of making it. We did everything we could for her, but I think it was her time. Now, she's not suffering anymore. And we had a great year with her, so I wouldn't change anything if I could, because I loved that little 'goo to death. All degus go to heaven, right? Brownie's perfectly okay. We seriously think she has some kind of mental problem, and might even be happier alone. we'll see.
Anyway, on to happier things. Excited about my birthday party. I'll be attending as one of the Uma Thurman girls--if I can find it, a yellow jumpsuit like the Bride. If not, her outfit in Pulp Fiction, which is pretty easy to find. The beverages have been planned. Keystones for beer pong, nice beer of some kind for the close friends in the upstairs fridge--and a beverage for each of the reservoir dogs, as follows:
Mr. White: white russian
Mr. Brown: Rum & coke
Mr. Pink: Jello shots
Mr. Blue: Ritz Fizz
Mr. Orange: screwdriver
Mr. Blond: Whiskey sour
...yes yes friends, excitement abounds.
New apartment rocks. New roomates are awesome. Love to everything. Going to go pretend to do some work, and veg out for my last few days before the semester starts.