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Look what came in the mail on Saturday.
Yeah!
I so totally, finally win. My triumph is tempered only by the additional gray hairs I've acquired since these people first contacted me about three years ago. Meh. *shrug* Anything that comes easy isn't worth having.
In other news; I spent the weekend at home, nursing this weird cold that came out of left field and blindsided me. No Cleveland event for me...I'd have been dead in a ditch between the cold meds and the sneezing and all the snow we got. Not so much here, but there was snow all along rt 90 from here to Cleveland (in fact there was a SCARY 50-car pile up right at the state line in Ripley PA, and you'd better believe that was on my mind when I decided not to go on Friday night).
I felt better after sleeping ALL DAY Saturday, and decided to take Kiba for a walk in the woods on Sunday, which was a mistake because it triggered a sneezing fit when I got home and last night I was just as miserable as I was on Friday. Head full of goo.
That would be a GREAT name for an alternative rock band. "Head Full Of Goo". HFOG.
I'm always doing that; coming up with made-up band names. One of my favorites is "Fecal Monkey". Another is "Putt". Just "Putt" (rhymes with "hut") not "THE Putt", or anything like that. Can you see it? "Folks, we've been PUTT!! Goodnight, Cleveland!" *crowd goes wild*
Yeah...I keep myself amused.
The walk with Kiba was nice, anyway. He deserved a walk...he was SO patient and good while I was in bed. I think he slept in his doggy bed right next to me all day Saturday. That's hard on an "action dog" like Kiba. He's sweet like that, though. When I'm sick or I cry, he's right there with a wet nose and worried eyes...what a good boy.
The woods were beautiful, too. Evening was coming on and it was dead still and quiet out there. Big flakes were falling. Snow in a forest is the most lovely thing; if you listen you can hear it whispering "Shhhhh..." to the trees. Go back to sleep. Spring is a long way away.
Yeah!
I so totally, finally win. My triumph is tempered only by the additional gray hairs I've acquired since these people first contacted me about three years ago. Meh. *shrug* Anything that comes easy isn't worth having.
In other news; I spent the weekend at home, nursing this weird cold that came out of left field and blindsided me. No Cleveland event for me...I'd have been dead in a ditch between the cold meds and the sneezing and all the snow we got. Not so much here, but there was snow all along rt 90 from here to Cleveland (in fact there was a SCARY 50-car pile up right at the state line in Ripley PA, and you'd better believe that was on my mind when I decided not to go on Friday night).
I felt better after sleeping ALL DAY Saturday, and decided to take Kiba for a walk in the woods on Sunday, which was a mistake because it triggered a sneezing fit when I got home and last night I was just as miserable as I was on Friday. Head full of goo.
That would be a GREAT name for an alternative rock band. "Head Full Of Goo". HFOG.
I'm always doing that; coming up with made-up band names. One of my favorites is "Fecal Monkey". Another is "Putt". Just "Putt" (rhymes with "hut") not "THE Putt", or anything like that. Can you see it? "Folks, we've been PUTT!! Goodnight, Cleveland!" *crowd goes wild*
Yeah...I keep myself amused.
The walk with Kiba was nice, anyway. He deserved a walk...he was SO patient and good while I was in bed. I think he slept in his doggy bed right next to me all day Saturday. That's hard on an "action dog" like Kiba. He's sweet like that, though. When I'm sick or I cry, he's right there with a wet nose and worried eyes...what a good boy.
The woods were beautiful, too. Evening was coming on and it was dead still and quiet out there. Big flakes were falling. Snow in a forest is the most lovely thing; if you listen you can hear it whispering "Shhhhh..." to the trees. Go back to sleep. Spring is a long way away.
