Don’t I wish… but even if BIL survives this, he refuses to drive any more, which leaves us, because MIL refuses outside help. Don’t get me started on her stubbornness… I’m going to go assume the recliner position and try to wind down. With Amaretto…
On the plus side - SIL thinks he should be able to return home on Firday, according to his Dr. Which means I get to spend the weekend disinfecting the basement! WOOHOO!!!
Dang on the BIL news. FCD must be beyond exhausted, the poor guy. I know you were really looking forward to a break. I hope things resolve themselves soon.
Today was shots day, and I just got home. FCM, I’m sorry BIL is in such rugged shape. Though he’s obviously been in questionable health, nobody could have foreseen this, and I can only imagine how hard it is on FCD and his mom, let alone you and what remains of your FIL. I hope your good friend Amaretto serves you well.
I bet you get a lot of smiles and compliments from other shoppers. He’s such a beautiful boy.
I have a cat question for those in the know. A woman on the bus today had a cat with her. It looked like a tabby cat to me, but she said it’s a 6-month-old bobcat-munchkin-Maine coon mix. She told the cat-admirers she planned to breed her soon, which dismayed one woman, who said there are too many strays. Oh, no, the cat’s person said, there’d be a high demand because “This is a very rare breed. This is a $2,000 cat right here.” And the other cat lovers nodded sagely.I thought only purebreds fetched high prices. Is a mixed breed valuable if the breeds are all pricey, or was this woman full of cat scat?
Doggio, “Fox”? “Suspect”? “Panamanian Vince”? Sounds like a modern day Damien Runyan. Do you have a work nickname?
Yanker, I hope the spinal stuff can be easily fixed and that the retinal issues aren’t serious or permanent.
Bumba, is she the type who would enjoy a spa day? Fancy imported chocolates? A first edition of a book she loved as a child (or adult)? I think any of those could be purchased online.
No judgement here. A gal’s gotta do what a gal’s gotta do.
She is full of what makes the grass grow. I paid 2600 for a cat with a proven bloodline and health warrenty. I did this because I love the breed and I was really mad at hubs.
I wouldn’t pay 20 bucks for one of her moggies when I could get a fixed kitten (with first shots) for 40 at the humane society 6 days a week.
What we used to call mutts are now called Designer Breeds or some such. I supposed if people pay stupid money for mixed breed dogs, why not for cats? Frankly, I’d rather have a rescue critter with personality than a designer critter with a big-ass price tag!
FCD is on his way home. Third load is in the washer. SIL is sleeping. I need to get out that Amaretto. It’s good for a cough, right??
Yesterday was perogie day. We made 55 potato and onion and froze them. I use the pasta attachment on my mixer to make the dough. Works out very well. I think we’re doing Christmas cookies next Tuesday or Wednesday.
My daughter has finally gotten a serious nibble on a job. She made it through both of the headhunter interviews and now has a phone interview with the actual company tomorrow. I really hope she gets it, as the months-long process has been depressing for her. It would be a nice Christmas present.
Nice view from the apartment this evening of the full moon rising and Mars in proximity.
Tonight I made branzino (European sea bass) coated in olive oil, with a sprinkling of salt, fresh rosemary sprigs, and lemon slices; and asparagus for dinner. Mrs. L.A. is off to get some Cool Wip (or as I would pronounce it, ‘Cool Whip’) so that she can have a slice of pumpkin pie for dessert.
It’s been a rainy day, but not too cold. It’s been in the high 40s and low 50s all day.
It was foggy this morning, and really foggy tonight when I took my son to irk.
We got Cerby and Echo off to daycare, Ripple was happy to stay home.
Getting rid of Cerby for a day was good for my nerves.
He had me so pissed off yesterday. I cannot handle his barking, it’s like somebody is stabbing me in the brain.
He went off when the mailman came by yesterday. I told my son to put him outside because he had given a little bark. My son looked out and didn’t see the mailman. Cerby can hear him coming from up the block.
When the mailman got here, Cerby threw himself against the front door and went off. He jumped up at the window, scratching and clawing at it, while he barked and howled and growled and snarled and screamed bloody murder.
Ripple and Echo looked at each other, then looked at me like WTF is his problem?
Once he gets into that frenzy, you can’t make him stop.
At least nobody would ever try to break into the house with him at the door.
I was on the phone with a client, who hung up on me. Fortunately, she is nice and called me back after a few minutes. I apologized, and she laughed. She has a dog and kids, so she knows how it goes. But it could have been somebody else not so understanding.
It also didn’t help that I’ve gone back on Keto and yesterday I had the Keto Flu. Everything was getting on my nerves. I don’t like coffee, so when I go Keto, I am not only giving up sugar and carbs, I’m giving up caffeine too.
He pulled the same shit when he was outside last night. He just barks and barks and barks some more.
Somebody was letting off firecrackers tonight and that got him barking. This time he would look at us and we’d tell him ‘no’ and he stopped.
He’s not stupid, and he wants to please, but when he gets out of control, there is nothing we can do.
Today was busy with running, tomorrow will be quieter with just irk on the schedule.
Doggio, one day you and my son will have to compare stories. He got out late this morning because somebody ran into the conveyor belt with a forklift.
Nice comic.
I am so sorry for all that you are going through {{{FCM and FCD}}}.
It’s a lot to deal with in a short period of time.
I hope you get to go on your little getaway.
I get annoyed with designer breeds, although I guess I shouldn’t. Well, mostly when they cross Shar Pei with other breeds. Shar Pei are perfect as they are IMHO and I don’t see any benefits to crossing them with something else. There was a man crossing them with pugs, but he had a specific purpose in mind. He wanted to improve Shar Pei health and temperament issues. However, the Shar Pei breeders have been working on that, and the breed is getting healthier and better temperaments.
There was a woman online for a while who was crossing Shar Pei with every breed imaginable. The pups she showed were cute, she probably didn’t post pics of the ones that were not so cute.
I know a lot of vets complain about Golden Doodles. I also know that Barky/Humpy mom paid a lot of money for Humpy. More than I paid for my Shar Pei.
I don’t know enough about cats to have an opinion, but it does sound like BS. Or it’s the designer breed du jour, and will be overbred and ruined by people who don’t know what they are doing.
Hope all the vehicle and health issues go smoothly Yank.
Watching heads roll can be a bit entertaining, as long as one’s own head is not on the chopping block, Talky.
Taters, I hope you can find a job you can like soon.
No counter surfing here. Adam’s ass it too fat for him to jump that high. Ripple and Echo know better, and neither is tall nor agile enough to get up there. Cerby has gotten into a bag of dog treats, ate almost the whole bag. He might be a problem, he’s tall enough when he stands on his hind legs to reach the counters. He hasn’t yet, but since my son will leave a pack of ground beef out to thaw on the counter, we probably should keep an eye on it.
Ain’t that the truth. At this point it’s largely people leaving the organization voluntarily thanks to the drama. I hope the keto flu leaves you in peace soon.
Evening all. Back from the gym where I cycled off about 400 calories in 40 minutes and called it a night. Garbage is at the curb and the house is heating up so I can take a full bath tonight.
Sari, sounds like something early gave Cerby a ‘trigger’ that sets him off. Have no idea if I’m right or any solution to it, you know dogs a lot better than I do. Hope things settle down.
Cookie, fingers and other appropriate appendages crossed for daughter’s job hunt.
AI128, thanks for the clarification you gave shoe; now we need to come up with a MMP name for you… I’d suggest Call Me Al since I’ve been listening to a lot of Paul Simon recently, but that’s longer than you regular name, so hopefully someone can come up with a better idea.
OK, need to soak in the tub and then prepare for sleep-time. All y’all take care.
I think so too. Munchkins and Maine Coons are two very, very different physiques and would not do well together. Like a Great Dane and a dachshund. Bobcats I doubt are even legal to have as a pet, much less breed.