Second verse same as the first

What to the internet and a rush hour highway have in common?

Answer:Because some people see no need to use common courtesy and respect when on either one.

I’m helping out the local no kill spay shelter again this Saturday. A radio station is having an “adopt a stray” day, and will be broadcasting from the local PetSmart. We want to have a booth set up at the same time, to take applications for adoption and talk to people about our organization. The shifts are a little longer than usual; I typically work a three-hour shift when I volunteer for them, but I’ll be working 2:30 until 7:00 on Saturday.

Then Sunday the Grey Menace goes for her booster shots and annual check-up. In the category of “Life’s Little Ironies” I had been all prepared to take her to a new veterinarian whose office is much closer to where I live than my old veterinarian is. However, with the spector of a possible move back to my old stomping grounds hanging over my head, I’ve decided to cart the Kitten back to our usual vet one more time. At least it’s Kitten and not Clueless. Poor CW can’t tolerate the long car ride and has gotten sick in his carrier the last two times I had to take him back to the vet (the reason I was planning to go to a closer veterinarian). Still, if all works out, we’ll be living just down the street from the old vet before it comes time for CW to get his boosters.

The garden is starting to pack it in for the season. I never did get any pictures of it posted this summer. I’ve got a few loaded to my computer – I suppose I need to get around to resizing them and sticking them in an entry before it’s time to put next year’s garden in.

Work sucks, I get my squish-a-boob-agram done tomorrow, the weekend is already eaten up by errands, and I’m getting a major zit on my chin. Other than that, life is just peachy.

To those who hoped I’ll end up on television, I ask you to hope otherwise. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wasn’t at my finest during the time I was being taped. Frankly, I was too emotional, and way too vulnerable, and I’d just as soon not have it on display for national television. If it does show, the saving grace will be that nobody from the web will know it’s me. My invitation to the special viewing next Wednesday came in today’s mail. I’d like to go, but at the same time I’m not sure about going. The Big Audit at work is next Friday, and I’ll probably have enought stress in my life next week without trying to fit the viewing in as well.

Then, the weekend of the 25th Dr. Nineteen Cats and I are going to Cape May for a three day weekend to celebrate her fiftieth birthday (on the 27th). I remember when fifty used to sound ancient. Now it just sounds like a mistake. I’m not old enough to have friends and peers who are turning fifty.

Ah well, I have only to look in the mirror to put lie to that, I suppose.