Mama Zappa, you are right. Bill’s doctors talk to me because they met me while I was at the hosptial with him. Its a whole lot easier to get doctors to think that they can talk to you when you are in the hospital room, holding the patient’s hand.
We aren’t getting married this year. We aren’t even going to seriously discuss it until this time next year. Bill just went through a huge life-changing event and I think he needs time to calm down. If we do marry, it won’t be because he’s angry or scared. Bill can just change his will to include me if he wants to do that.
We are, however, going to adopt a cat. An adult cat, probably male. Bill had to have his old cat put down shortly after his wife died and he thinks he’s ready for a new one. I think that everyone needs at least 1 housecat and I’ve been checking PetFinders.
This guy really touches my heart. FIV isn’t a good thing, but he might go years before his health starts to suffer.
Kinki, it would really bite if you flew to AZ to catsit and I couldn’t meet you. Maybe you could fly to Houston and bring one of your friends rescue cats. I think that a kitty that glows in the dark would be a good thing, it wouldn’t trip us in the middle of the night.
I’m still driving in Houston. OMG. I’m starting to learn the rules, tho. If someone is trying to merge, you are supposed to put the pedal to the metal and cut them off. If you are the person merging, outrace them and try to cut them off. When the light turns green, wait for 3 cars to run their red light.
Today, I watched someone dare to try to enter the intersection after only 2 cars had run the red and she almost got hit. It was the first time I’ve ever seen cars swerve so hard that someone’s coffee cup fell out the window to shatter on the road.
Nobody uses cross walks, so nobody pays attention to those white lines on the road.
I’ve also figured out that some of the problem with the food tasting off is that Bill can’t have salt. No smoking and no salt is making things taste strange, not to mention that Bill is on drugs. (We won’t talk about my cooking being the problem, even though it probably is.)