Today I Turn Twelve
Enough said.
Enough said.
No, not a permanent move. Yet. But I will be out there for a week in August. I purchased the tickets for the Professor and myself Sunday night, and made arrangements for the rental car yesterday evening. This is all stuff that my husband used to do, and I can feel myself shedding insecurities as…
This is CW as he looks right now. He’s been sleeping like that for over an hour and a half. It looks terribly uncomfortable, as if he’s about to slide off the back of the love seat. I don’t want to disturb him by pushing his hind legs back on top though.
That’s what I’ve been getting when I’ve tried to access DD for the last two days. Exasperating, to say the least. Consider this the least said. The original title of this was to have been: Don’t Get a Flu Shot But two days worth of cool-down time has softened my rant a bit. I’ll still…
of Salamanders often go astray. No, I didn’t make it to the gym last night. Not my fault. The Professor (who, it must be said, did a fair amount erranding yesterday, getting the apartment situation straightened out and picking up my freshly cleaned camera) informed me when I got home that he hadn’t gotten around…
She was found under a truck dock early on a wet Monday morning, amid the puddles and the gravel and litter that lay against the wall. It was 39° F out, and I could see my breath as I walked across the parking lot. The security guard who called me thought the kitten was dead….
Ziltoid was definitely a fifth instar in the last pictures. And he was a fifth instar on a mission. While I tried a couple of times yesterday to redirect Ziltie to a leaf or twig, he insisted on sitting on the inside of the glass bowl, making a little pile of webbing. Last night he…
Happy birthday to you. Sending you hugs through the ether.
Congratulations! Isn’t modern medicine a wonderful thing?
(((hugs)))
Mazal Tov!
May you have many many more happy milestones…
Holy cow, I am embarrassed I have wished you a happy 12th sooner!