logo for February was done by wonderful reader Cally. It cracks me up, because just about anything that involves Mister Boogers cracks me up. Heh.
Thanks, Cally!
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Toe update: Fred went to see Dr. J yesterday, and when he told her that the other doc he saw last week said it was best not to poke a hole in the toenail because it might cause a bone infection, she said “What an idiot”, heated up the toenail-hole-poking tool, and poked a hole in his toenail.
Fred said it was instant relief. I could actually see the difference in his toe; it was much smaller, and less discolored. It continued to bleed slowly for the rest of the evening – even more after he took a long, hot bath. He kept dabbing at the blood and leaving bloody paper towels all over the place, and then finally just wrapped a paper towel around his toe, and that seemed to work well enough.
It stopped bleeding at some point last night.
So, here’s the part of the story from yesterday’s entry that I didn’t share with y’all: Fred actually did try to heat up a paper clip and melt a hole in his toenail. I made him get out of my line of sight to do it, because the thought of watching him do it and seeing a big line of blood shoot across the room made me feel ooky. I was sitting on the couch and he was behind me at the kitchen table and I crouched low on the couch and put my hands over my ears.
“WHY do you have your hands over your ears?” he asked.
“So that when you scream your high-pitched girly scream, it won’t shatter my eardrums.”
When I had relaxed a little and taken my hands away from my ears – because we were, after all, watching 24 – he made a hissing sound, as if perhaps he’d punched that hole just a little too vigorously.
“Ahhhh!” I yelled, and flailed around the couch with my hands over my ears, because I didn’t want to hear the high-pitched girly scream I just knew was coming.
Instead, he laughed. Because he’d been FAKING. Fucker.
He never was able to make a hole in his toenail; we figure it’s because he just couldn’t get the paper clip hot enough.
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Speaking of ooky feelings, from my comments, from
Kay:
Ooooh I must share my story..well it is my sister’s but it is true..straight from the goopy toe diaries. She let a toe go like that for, say, 7 months and when she finally went to a doctor, it had gotten so bad they did surgery then and there and it had ATE THROUGH THE BONE (the infection that is) and they took half of her big toe bone off and scraped and scraped and.. Fred..are you listening???
If THAT doesn’t make you want to scream and run around in circles, I don’t know what will!
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More from my comments:
I know you like to change the logo on your page periodically; I just want to say that I will really miss the one you have there now. It makes me giggle out loud every time I read your page.
I had actually decided last night that I’m going to use it again in June, so you’ll be seeing it again!
Hey girl! I finally saw the Penn & Teller special. You guys looked great. You certainly came across as the rational, sensible people amidst the diet fakers and scammers. Do you mind re-posting the entry about the special? Or writing about it again?
You can read about it starting
here, and then click on the “forth” link at the bottom of the page to read the rest.
Hi, Robyn. This is totally off topic from today’s discussions, but what happened to the OneFatBitchypoo site? The link is no longer working.
It was down for a little while because Diaryland switched servers or something, and since I hadn’t done an entry in two months (two months as of today!) I had no idea. It’s back up and running
here, and the archives through the end of 2002 are
here. I need to get the rest of the archives up so that I can move everything from diaryland over to OneFatBitchypoo and start posting regular entries there; hopefully that’ll happen this month.
I’ll probably have an OFB entry up in the next week or so. Not that I have anything to report, just a “state of me” kind of entry.
Has Meester Boogers been neutered?
Yes, he was actually neutered before we adopted him. The shelter we adopted him from (the one I volunteer for) won’t adopt out cats until they’ve been neutered. I think that’s a pretty good policy, and hopefully it’ll help cut down on all the unwanted kittens!
oh my god, my cat has that same pink mouse… I’d recognize that thing anywhere! It’s his FAVORITE toy. Gotta love the company that makes those things. But, I must say, when I have to retreive it from under the couch… there have been times I’ve been afraid it’s a real mouse… eeek!
(Regarding the pink mouse in
this picture and
this one)
A few months ago Fred was looking for Spot, and he got down on the floor and looked under the bed.
“Oh my god!” he said. “There’s a dead mole under here!”
“Are you kidding me?” I said. “Where?” I got down on my hands and knees and looked, too. I looked and looked, but didn’t see any dead mole.
“Hold on,” Fred, who was wrestling Spot down to give him some medicine. “It was over toward the side you’re on.”
“Where? I don’t see it. Maybe it wasn’t dead, and it’s running around!” I said, nearly levitating at the thought.
“Right THERE,” Fred said, pointing toward me.
“Baby,” I said. “That’s a TOY MOUSE, not a MOLE.”
“Oh.”
It was the same mouse as the one in those pictures, only it was a gray one. Our cats LOVE those mice, and every year at Christmas I send a few to my sister’s cat, who immediately chews the ears (or is it the arms and legs, Deb?) off.
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Amy’s back! Yay!
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Mo posted a link to
this page in yesterday’s comments. How funny is it that not only is she a dead ringer for Mister Boogers, but her name is Bean? New readers might not know this, but for a while I was calling Mister Boogers “The Bean”.
I think one of you should go adopt that kitty right now!
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Mister Boogers absolutely adores being carried around like this.
In fact, I’m sure he’d let Fred carry him around like this all day long if Fred was willing. (Fred is wearing the t-shirt the spud bought him in California last summer).
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