PetSuppliesNet and found that a box of the big-dog Frontline costs about half of what it cost at the vet’s office. That means that I can get 24 doses for a little more than a buck a dose. That’s really pretty freakin’ awesome. Today I went back to the vet’s, this time to pick up new fosters. I don’t know that this bunch will be around for long; they’ve been spayed and neutered and we’re just waiting for room at the pet store. Momma Kitty.   Buff tabby, male.   Calitabby, female.   Calitabby bobtail, female.   Dilute calico bobtail, female.   None of them have names yet, so if you have suggestions, feel free to share them! More pictures are here.     ************************* Yesterday I spent a good part of the day roasting a turkey. I brined it before I roasted it, and I basted it with chicken broth every half hour, and although it was an 11 pound turkey and the recipe said to roast it for half an hour per pound (which would have been 5 hours), according to the meat thermometer it was done in two and a half hours. It’s been my experience that it never ever takes as long for a turkey to cook as the experts say it will. Once it was done, I covered it lightly with tinfoil, because Spot has become very aggressive in his pursuit of food lately, and if you leave ANYTHING on the counter or stovetop, unattended, you will come back thirty seconds later and find Spot’s face in the food and I can eat gross things (things with dust or cat fur on it), but the idea of eating food with cat saliva on it makes me gag. When the turkey was cool, I carved it until most of the meat was off, and then I tossed the carcass in a pot of water and let it simmer for a couple of hours. I’d originally intended to make stuffing (Stove-Top!) to go with the turkey, and have cranberry sauce and green beans, but I was so sick of dealing with the turkey by the time Fred and I left to go out to Smallville* that we ended up just having turkey sandwiches for dinner, and they were REALLY FREAKIN’ GOOD. I spent the evening making rice so I could make a rice and turkey casserole (2 cups rice, cooked, spread on the bottom of a 9×13 dish; top with as much turkey as you’d like; top that with two jars of gravy (or homemade, if you prefer); top that with bread crumbs mixed with melted butter OR stuffing; bake for 30 minutes at 350º. FABULOUS.) and finishing up my turkey soup while watching Survivor. The ENTIRE FUCKING TIME, Spot danced around my heels like he was starving to death. I had to keep chasing him away, and he’d run off, then come back and squeak his alien squeak at me until I wanted to kick him. I didn’t kick him, you understand, but I really, really wanted to. When he realized he wasn’t going to belly up to a big bowl of turkey, he shot me a look of hatred that clearly said “If I could figure out how to hold a knife, I would STAB YOU TO DEATH and run away with your delicious turkey, bitch.” We’re going to be eating turkey soup at least one night next week, and we’ll be eating turkey casserole, and I don’t think I will EVER get sick of turkey. I love me some turkey, that’s for sure. *It was due to be stormy last night, and Fred wanted to turn the cat house so that the 30 MPH winds from the South wouldn’t blow into the cat house and get Maxi and Newt wet and cold. You know, Maxi and Newt. The cats who AREN’T OURS. Also, he put the cat food over by the cat house, so it wouldn’t get wet. God knows they might starve to death in that 24 hours before we came to the house again.

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Previously 2005: “Vivacious! Tell her she’s VIVACIOUS, Dr. Phil!” 2004: I eat too much of the wrong kind of food and am lazy. 2003: “IT’S JESUS DYING ON THE CROSS! HOW CAN THAT POSSIBLY BE CONFUSING YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKERS?” 2002: No entry. 2001: No entry. 2000: Here’s a tip: If they’re your own children, it’s NEVER “babysitting.” 1999: I’m feeling incredibly lazy today (like that’s something new). ]]>