Today I taught Brianna an important girl lesson:
Always make sure your dress (or skirt) is NOT tucked into your panties before you leave the restroom.
Sadly, I think this is one most women learn the hard way. Forget to check once and you never forget to check again.
I didn’t post this yesterday, but I took our older cat, Trish, to the vet for shots and a well check. While there, she got a Feline Leukemia test, and it came back positive. They ran it twice, and the vet said it was a mild return, but still positive. This, he thought, in addition to her age (she’s almost 11) would explain the bad gingivitis they also found *sob*. Since cats with Feline Leukemia tend to have a short life expectancy (2-3 years after it’s contracted) I was a little upset, especially following so closely on the heels of Oliver’s death (Brianna still talks about Oliver, wondering if he’ll come home).
But lest you think I’m a complete cold-hearted witch because of the title of my post, I’ll tell you now that the vet called this afternoon to tell me the lab he’d sent her bloodwork to found she was NEGATIVE for Feline Leukemia. The tests in the office were false positives. Wheeee! I’m so relieved. In a moment of deja vu, he delivered the news to me when I was in the fabric department of Walmart. I say deja vu because I was standing in the exact same spot when he called to discuss the bad news of Oliver’s health. I’m just thankful this time the news was good. Yay!
We still have to treat the gingivitis, but the outlook for that is much better now that we know it’s not complicated by Feline Leukemia.
The dogs only manage to catch (and of course kill) birds when the man of the house isn’t here to dispose of them for me?
After all, this is one of the many reasons I’m married.
You can have five little girls playing in a play area, co-existing relatively peacefully and not too obnoxiously, but you add one little boy and it suddenly sounds like WWIII has broken out?
I think God knew what he was doing when he gave me a little girl, even though I begged for a boy. He knew how much I liked my furniture. And my sanity.
I was asked about doing a feature on my upcoming fantasy/urban fantasy releases. Hell yeah! I’d love to. But you know what? I have nothing upcoming on my schedule, they’ve all released this past spring and I haven’t had any amazing and fabulous submissions in the fantasy/urban fantasy genre recently. I’m having a good pout about that since it’s my favorite genre and I’ve got nothing. Hmph.