She broke my wrist with a red hot iron. Because I was reaching for hunk of lousy chocolate she was keeping for a cake. I killed the witch two nights later. With a knife. I was 11. They sent me to reform school.
Alan Ladd
Click images for desktop size: "Still Life" by VanitasI am definitely no good at predicting the NFL.
If I'd bet $10 a game against the spread I'd be up $10 . . .
I've been neglecting to input some of the more mundane things in my life. Just that way sometimes. It's trying to be significant in my own mind. Like if I ignore it, it will cease to exist, like the jokes about the small gods.
My blood results came in last Weds. They were not very good but they showed positive signs. My red blood cell count is up to 4.1. My cholesterol is still stunning - 72, but my HDL (the good cholesterol) has dropped to 36. They want it at 50.
So as much as I dislike the pill I have empirical proof. I hate empirical proof and would prefer going on stupid ill informed gut instinct and forego the side effects and sail on blissfully until it couldn't happen anymore.
My puppy has been a set of small disasters, costly ones but not her fault. She is really a treasure to me.
The worst problem is that she gets frantic if she can't see me. As she spends most of her time with me either sleeping, gnawing on me, or being told NO! I don't think this is healthy for her.
Click images for desktop size: "Malice" by Theo KilljoyShe has a yeast infection in her left ear and is loosing hair over her eyes.
All the tests for mange, etc came back negative. If it doesn't clear up after her spaying (it might be hormonal) she'll have to go to a doggie dermatologist.
Then the little thing gets so excited about playing that she jumped almost to my shoulder and then couldn't control it. She landed on her back. She's still playful but that night she yelped all most every time she moved.
X-rays sowed nothing was broken, so, if I can keep her from jumping all over the place it might clear up on its own or we'll have to find a canine chiropractor . . .
This weekend my housemate and I helped a friend move some furniture to her new duplex.
I was appalled that she wanted to move this crappy press-wood construction that pretended to be a computer desk.
We got it on the truck. While we were unloading it I grabbed it around the middle, lifted it . . .
IT EXPLODED!
Suddenly I was holding just two side rails while about 14 pieces of wood were falling around my feet . . .
You can insert your own humorous comments here. I had to hear them all Saturday.