I’m jumping in to say to talk about shoes and the problem with getting drugs. I don’t think that your feet are getting fat Hey Hey Paula. Your problem is that you have lost the fat pads on the bottom of your feets, so your feet have flattened. Yeah, it sucks. We gain weight where we don’t want it and lose it where we really need it. You have my sympathy. I used to have the perfect shoes, I could order a couple of pair online every year and they fit perfectly. Suddenly, they didn’t fit, my toes felt cramped, so I returned them and tried a larger size. Toes were good, but they slipped around the rest of my foot. This getting old thing just sucks.
As to getting drugs, that sucks too. I used to love ketamine. If I had a trap-wise cat that I really wanted to TNR, I could mix some in some food (of course, I was really careful when and how I used it, I didn’t want a drugged cat laying around for coyotes to find) and watch while it ate and then count. After about a count of 10, I could go after it, use my catch stick and flip it into a trap just as nice and neat as you see on Animal Planet. It was the best thing ever to use when I was transporting said feral cats to the vet. My vet used to sell me a BIG bottle of it for 10 bucks.
Vet also taught me to use a blow gun. Hurray, cat only got about 3 steps away before falling. (Catch stick, trap, trip to vet)
Then idiot druggies learned that it was a good thing to use on themselves or as a date rape drug and started breaking into vet offices to steal it. Now its a felony to have something that was really helpful for animals and even if I did get the rather expensive license needed, I doubt that I could find it anywhere in a 2 hour drive.
Stop doing that you fuckheads! Go smoke some pot and all will be good.
Gasps, pants, apologizes. I really did like that stuff.
Oh yeah, the reason I came in to rant…I took the baby gates back to the store. The nice girl at the return desk asked me if my GRANDKIDS learned how to open them because they have latches that would help.
I didn’t cry in front of her, I just told her that they weren’t working out in our home. Then I went out to the car and called hubs and cried. He’s such a supportive man, he promised to take me to a place in NM where I’d get carded for beer. He’s going to sleep in the guest room when he gets home!