I keep telling Devi, that as now-eldest at *gasp* 14, she's not allowed to get sick. EVER.
....yeah. We'll see how that goes.
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I keep telling Devi, that as now-eldest at *gasp* 14, she's not allowed to get sick. EVER.
....yeah. We'll see how that goes.
There was also almost a boy in my life, but he just got switched to a shift where I'm lucky if I see him in passing once a week, so that has come to a screeching halt.
You're like two ships that...oh, never mind. MAKE IT WORK, LADY.
I just called my mother to update her on the never-ending work saga, and ended up by bumming her out about one of the markedly disturbed branches of our family. But she cheered herself by saying it all obviously meant I needed to get married.
She's never met the segue she couldn't strongarm, that woman.
You're like two ships that...oh, never mind. MAKE IT WORK, LADY.
Ahahaha!
I keep telling Devi, that as now-eldest at *gasp* 14, she's not allowed to get sick. EVER.
I have definitely pointed this out to Homer recently.
I tried telling Perkins the cat that, and it's mostly worked, even to the point of surprising the vet.
As Jeeves gets older, I remind him more frequently that he needs to stay well.
"the problem is there's probably nothing that could possibly happen to this cat that would cost $6,000"
WHAT. Ha. That person has no idea.
Don't. You. Dare. One, you'd do it again. Two, I don't want to feel peer pressure to do the same. Ridiculous amounts. But worth it.
What Cass said. BRB, have to tell all the kitties they're not allowed to get sick.
I keep telling Kittenish that too. Though what I've told her most recently is that, "Oh, yes, you're a lady." because she's half on my lap purring, looked up and sneezed at me. Classy.
That gigantic insect is the stuff of nightmares. Nightmares!