I think my cats are smarter than I thought. This morning I went to give them their antibiotic (still waiting for their little claws to come out) and Kenny was in the litter box. I swear he sat in there for 10 minutes, pawing at the same pile, because he HATES getting this stuff. So much for tuna-flavored. Anyway, Vic doesn't seem to mind it too much, but I usually end up putting most of it on Kenny's fur, so I can at least be assured he'll lick it off.
I had some messed up dreams last night about the Russian. The kind that make you wake up and want to kiss someone (not THAT kind of dream, you perverts!). I think it's a combination of eating something weird before I went to bed (Bella Milano salad) and the phone call I got from him Monday that sent a shock of sheer terror right through me (when he called from the emergency room). Obviously, I knew when he called that he must be okay enough to call, but I still kind of panicked at the thought of something happening to him. That is my #1, without a doubt, worst fear. I was thinking about that again last night before I went to bed. He was still over at the new house working on the gas line.
I talked to Mama Tanya and Pop last night, they stopped by to borrow the video camera. She looks ok, no bruising, but can't turn her head very far, and her shoulder is really bothering her. Of course, the insurance company wants her to get a note from her doctor saying she's fine. I don't think so. $7300 worth of damage to the car, which nowadays probably doesn't take much.
Anybody want to buy a Gitane Sprint bicycle? Have one for sale, cheap :)
Posted by tomiandc at July 7, 2006 08:16 AM