You’ve all given me things to think on and plot about. I definitely am going to tell my ex-doctors they can shred my files for all they’ll ever need to be using them again. Now to pick up a poison pen and let their ‘bosses’ know. It’s really horrible how many doctors down here take advantage of being so far from alternatives. I stuck with them because I didn’t want to take a day off work to drive to San Diego just for a doctor’s visit. The worm is turning-- with more people moving here lately, more doctors are following. Here’s hoping competition means no more waiting five hours past your appointment time.
FCM, you have cool dreams. Well, scary really, but how neato is a black lion? All I ever get are dreams about not being able to get my boxes packed for moving. Though that’s better than the one dream I had where I took some person I didn’t know and flew with them up so high they died for lack of oxygen. And then I ripped their head off. Eep!
Stoopy cat, get your tail off the monitor!
I could have sworn you made carnation soap Bumba, but I probably only wished it really hard and thought it was real. I do that sometimes, like when you could swear you told somebody something and it turns out you’d only planned to. You shouldn’t make carnation soap because of me, I always like the strange scents that nobody buys and end up in the ‘23 for a penny’ bin.
Darn, missed saying adios to taters. She really should have waited till she could take that interesting nighty with her. That way she could sleep and no animals would see her and get bitey.
You know, I was going to do lots of stuff this summer that I didn’t get to during the year. It’s been something like six weeks and I don’t think I’ve done but three of them. I need my mom to make me feel guilty for being lazy. Dangergene, you are supposed to just lie around when you’re sick. That’s the only good thing about being sick!
Yay for the **Anachi ** clan! New floors and improving health are very Good Things. You enjoy your professionally tenderized steaks. I’ll just sit over here in the corner eating pasta salad again. Which is why **Donkey ** has to warn me when he’s going to be funny. You have a particular kind of funny that sneaks up and baps me on the head and then I am in danger of inhaling said pasta salad.
It’s monsoon season at last! Wahoo! Go monsoon season! I love it when the temp goes up to 120 and the air is so wet you can hardly breathe! It’s better than Christmas and my birthday put together, oh joy!
Yeah, I’m not buyin’ it, either.