entry up in the diet journal that y’all may want to check out – there are pictures and the story of the Hike from Hell.
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Miz Poo is wandering around with huge, dark eyes today – we’re putting Atropine in her eyes for the pain, which dilates her pupils – and she just looks kind of glassy-eyed and out of it. She did go out and chase the squirrel up the tree (she’s not supposed to be in the sun with the dilated pupils, because the sun will burn a big hole in her brain, but it wasn’t sunny, so I wasn’t too worried), and she’s been pacing back and forth and insisting on laying between me and the keyboard. I indulge her for 5 minutes, and then I pretend I suddenly need to clean off the top of my desk and grab the can of compressed air and point it at my keyboard, and she vrooms off the desk onto the floor, runs across the room, and then gives me a baleful look.
Yes, horrible and mean. I SHOULD be willing to just sit and snuggle all day long, but you know what? I HAVE THINGS TO DO THAT CANNOT BE ACCOMPLISHED WITH A PORTLY POO IN THE WAY.
And now she’s started sneezing. Why, god? Whyyyyy?
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Hm. What was I going to say? Oh!
The Sopranos! Did y’all see that
Paulie Walnuts was on the cover of last week’s TV Guide? Damn, we love the Paulie Walnuts. It always cracks us up when he makes a joke and immediately turns around and says to someone who was standing there for the whole thing “Did you hear what I said? I said…”
The other night we were watching the episode with Meadow and Noah, the one where she meets his father, and Fred – who loathes Noah with a disturbing passion – kept saying “I’m Noah! I’m Sensitive New Age Man! I’m smug and condescending!” Heh.
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Someone from Miz Poo’s regular vet clinic called today to see if her eyes were better. Instead of saying “Yes they’re better, but no thanks to you!”, I just said that they were and left it at that. Fred pointed out last night that the reason the vet tech gave us that particular medicine is because Miz Poo’s had it before, so they could call it a refill, since she can’t prescribe medicine.
But, still. Hmph I say!
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Did I mention that the spud’s first day of 9th grade started today? She’s not in the high school yet, though, because Madison’s growing so rapidly that there’s not enough room for 9th grade in the high school, so she’s still at the middle school. I understand that they bus 9th graders to the high school for pep rallies and the like, which is pretty neat. It’s kind of a transitional year, where they’re mostly at the middle school, but have some experience at the high school so it won’t be completely new to them next year.
She told me at 6:45 that she was going out to wait for the bus. She said “If the bus doesn’t come, should I come back to the house?”
Now, we live less than a mile from the school, and I really think it’s ridiculous that a bus even comes through this neighborhood, because I think the middle schoolers should have to walk. But they don’t.
I gave her the eye and said “If the bus doesn’t COME, then WALK to school”, which made her roll her eyes at my cruel and uncaring ways and flounce off in a huff.
Yep, that’s me. Mean.
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1. What time do you wake up on weekday mornings? Usually by 8, except for the days when I have to go feed the cats at the petstore, when I get up between 6:30 and 7.
2. Do you sleep in on the weekends? How late? Yeah, I like to sleep in until 9ish, though if I weren’t married to an early riser who would freak out at the thought, I’d probably happily sleep until noon.
3. Aside from waking up, what is the first thing you do in the morning? Pee, put in my contacts, and take my Synthroid pill.
4. How long does it take to get ready for your day? If I roll out of bed and get ready to go, it takes about half an hour, though I can be ready to go in less than 20 minutes. Sunday, when I got up to shower before we left for the airport, it took me 15 minutes not only to shower and get dressed, but also to finish packing my bag and drag it upstairs.
5. When possible, what is your favorite place to go for breakfast? In Maine (which is the only time I usually go out to breakfast), I like The Country Buffet (I think that’s what it’s called), and in Alabama, I like IHOP.
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