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I like shopping. Oh sure, I hate the part where I catch a glimpse of my dimpled ass illuminated by a flickering fluorescent light. But since I generally don’t shop for clothes, this isn’t much of an issue. What is an issue is that I like shopping — I like to spend money in general — but I don’t have a job. These [...] I’m sick. In the head, sure. But, like, sick sick. It started with a sore throat last Saturday. I figured it was from shouting all night at the noisy bar we went to in California. But the sore throat lingered. It turned into a nasty, dry cough. I almost threw up a few times from coughing (in [...] I’m endlessly thankful. For you. And you. And you. And for all our family and friends. And to you all, friends and readers and strangers. Happy Thanksgiving. Be grateful every day. Two of a Kind is currently holding a contest to win a Twin Indie Bumbleride stroller. Oh drool drool drool!! What I wouldn’t give to win this sucker. Look at the colors. Look at the features! And be sure to check out Two of a Kind’s blog while you’re clicking! I’m so f’n busy. We’re so f’n busy. Most recently, I decided that, just before having family stay with us in August, it’d be a super fantastic idea to take on a serious painting/redecorating/summer cleaning (because I was way too lazy in the spring) project. It’s genuinely needed but horribly badly timed. Do I care? No. [...] I’m having a tough time, guys. I’m stressed, sad and tired. The latest events with our cats is wearing on me. Kramer developed a fever and I took him in to the vet. The way he has his jaw wired in place makes him drool and backwash everywhere, including into his food bowl. He drips and [...] Please consider donating to this extremely worthwhile cause. In Florida, freestanding birth centers aren’t allowed to do VBACs (Vaginal Birth After Cesarean). In other words, the state is telling ladies how and where they can have their babies! Through midnight tonight, donations are being matched. True-and-only-somewhat-related story: I went to a Mom’s Night Out with a bunch [...] Aside from the dirty fridge, please tell me what’s wrong with this picture. Oh well. Happy Father’s Day? And he taketh away. We just got a knock at the door at 10 p.m. A neighbor. How many cats did we have? Kramer is alive and purring next to me on the couch. Vincent Van Gogh, the father of the rest of the kitties we have, is dead. Hit and killed by a car. R.I.P. Kramer did fine through the night. I talked to the vet this morning. As far as they can tell, he has a fractured palate and broken jaw. His eyes are swollen shut now, but when they were still somewhat open, he did have his vision. Most of all, though, he has his wits about him. [...] |
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