Kittens get bigger, work is hell, Rentards, dangerous ironing boards, cats like silicon
1. FeLV/FIV test was negative, so I don't have to kill them. Yay! Big Girl has been refusing a bottle for four days, in favour of a bowl. She started pottying in the litterbox yesterday, and today they all seem to have caught on to that. Tabby and Little Girl have also started trying to eat from a bowl. They are getting -huge-. I'm going to have to buy more formula already, and Jason just got two cannisters last week.
2. Dr. S is hospitalized with aseptic meningitis, Dr. L is out of town (getting a new job in another state, yay!) so Dr. M. and Dr. R are covering lots of extra shifts. Very busy nights, too. Much suckage. Betsy brought farm eggs to work though...tastiness.
3. Went to Renn fair in Muskogee yesterday with a pack of Jason's friends. Very nice people, even if some of them do have children. Learned the term "Rentard". Much love. Cold grey mizzly weather, Jason bought me the nicest garment I've ever owned, a mossy green leather capelet. Much love. Saw a number of good costumes (you garb Nazis can sue me), but WTF is up with all the fur tails? All these people (mostly girls, but some guys too) seem to be wearing them, and a number of shops were selling them. Hello? You people are idiots. Sticking the hind end of a fox on your hind end does not make you a fox. It makes you a dumbass. I'm baffled, really. Why on earth are these things so popular?
4. Returning home from Muskogee, walked into garage and gashed my forehead open on the ironing board where it was leaning out from the wall. Gouged out a two-inch long furrow. Put my hand up and came away holding the piece of skin it had excised. New "cool" story is that Jason got a PA and hit me on the forehead with it during a particularly active BJ. Either way, it looks dramatic and will probably scar. Poop on scars.
5. Love my new DivaCup. So do the cats. Found it chewed up on the floor of the spare room after I'd washed it and left it to dry on the bathroom counter. Must buy another. Things are fabulous. Fiddly, and large learning curve on positioning, but ultimately fabulous. I'll shout it from the mountain tops, I want my world to know, the DivaCup, it lifts me up, and never lets me doooooooooown. Poop on $30 cat toys.
2. Dr. S is hospitalized with aseptic meningitis, Dr. L is out of town (getting a new job in another state, yay!) so Dr. M. and Dr. R are covering lots of extra shifts. Very busy nights, too. Much suckage. Betsy brought farm eggs to work though...tastiness.
3. Went to Renn fair in Muskogee yesterday with a pack of Jason's friends. Very nice people, even if some of them do have children. Learned the term "Rentard". Much love. Cold grey mizzly weather, Jason bought me the nicest garment I've ever owned, a mossy green leather capelet. Much love. Saw a number of good costumes (you garb Nazis can sue me), but WTF is up with all the fur tails? All these people (mostly girls, but some guys too) seem to be wearing them, and a number of shops were selling them. Hello? You people are idiots. Sticking the hind end of a fox on your hind end does not make you a fox. It makes you a dumbass. I'm baffled, really. Why on earth are these things so popular?
4. Returning home from Muskogee, walked into garage and gashed my forehead open on the ironing board where it was leaning out from the wall. Gouged out a two-inch long furrow. Put my hand up and came away holding the piece of skin it had excised. New "cool" story is that Jason got a PA and hit me on the forehead with it during a particularly active BJ. Either way, it looks dramatic and will probably scar. Poop on scars.
5. Love my new DivaCup. So do the cats. Found it chewed up on the floor of the spare room after I'd washed it and left it to dry on the bathroom counter. Must buy another. Things are fabulous. Fiddly, and large learning curve on positioning, but ultimately fabulous. I'll shout it from the mountain tops, I want my world to know, the DivaCup, it lifts me up, and never lets me doooooooooown. Poop on $30 cat toys.