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.
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!
oh hai PTSD Castle, get out of my head.
