reading: London Transports, still. I haven’t been doing a whole lot of reading lately, due to the large number of naps I’ve been taking and the kitten-snuggling I’ve been doing and that I haven’t been staying up all that late lately. I need to get the damn book read, though, because we finally got the latest Harry Potter, and I’ve been avoiding spoilers like the plague, but I’m sure my luck is going to run out one of these days if I don’t get the damn thing read.
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It occurred to me, as I read Jane’s entry from
yesterday, that I should have totally made up the name of the shampoo and conditioner. Because I would have liked to read the story of Jane walking into Victoria’s Secret and saying “Can you tell me where the Slap My Ass and Call Me Bertha shampoo is?”
Probably she wouldn’t have fallen for that. That Jane, she’s a smart and wily one.
Speaking of the shampoo, Fred and I were laying down talking (NOT A EUPHEMISM) the other day after he got home from work, and he pretended to sniff my hair, and then lisped “You thmell THO THEXSAY!” at me.
Except that it was a Back to Basics Marine hair day, not a Victoria’s Secret Too-Goofy-To-Mention-The-Name day. Silly man. Any WOMAN would have known the difference.
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Several of you have asked about Miz Poo’s lip and how it’s doing since we started putting medicine on her
big, swollen side lip. To our surprise, the ointment actually worked, and her side lip is pretty close to normal. Of course, now that we have THAT sorted out, the front of her lip is starting to get kind of scabby-looking, so maybe we’ll try the medicine on that, as well.
If we could just have one week where one of her lips wasn’t all swollen, or she wasn’t squinting through one – or both – of her eyes, or about to cough up a lung, I’d be happy.
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Some men bring their wives flowers or jewelry, sing them love songs, write them love letters.
Me,
I get other things. LUCKY me.
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We watched
The Laramie Project last night – Fred taped it off the HBO high definition channel (high definition rocks, woot!) and we had nothing else to watch last night, so we watched that.
It was really a good movie. There was a lot about the whole thing we weren’t aware of – for instance, we both thought Matthew Shepard died that night; instead he lived on in a coma for a few more days. My only gripe about the movie is that there were so many familiar faces in it that we were distracted thinking “Who the hell is that, and where have I seen him before?” through half the movie.
Good movie, though – I recommend it.
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The kittens are doing well. They’re not quite as rambunctious as Flossie, Peanut, Snoopy, Edgar, and Oy were, but maybe that’s just because there aren’t as many of them. Rambo absolutely cracks me up, because he has such big dark eyes and such a small head (though it’s pretty big compared to the rest of his body, I guess) that he looks exactly like a little alien kitty.
Am I the only one who sees the resemblance?
We weighed them last night. Rambo weighs 1 pound 4 ounces, and Jodie weighs 1 pound 9 ounces (I guess that fur is heavier than it looks!). I expect it’ll be at least three weeks before they’re both big enough to be spayed and neutered.
That’s just fine with me. The longer, the better!
I really like this picture of the two of them.
Oh, yeah. He haaaates having his belly rubbed. Uh huh. Suuuure he does.
I wanted to get a shot of Jodie’s speckled belly, but at the last moment she moved her paw to block the shot. Apparently she doesn’t WANT you to see her belly!
Rambo with attitude. He cracks me UP.
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To find Spot, just look for a patch of sun.]]>