A Pictorial Day In The Life of, Well, Me
Saturday, October 6th, 2007
Squirrel Queen drives me to the Cardiologist.
Newscoma feeling all pensive about going to said doctor, who is reminded if you take your own picture, there is a chance that it will not look like Chris Wage or Sugarfused. I’m not usually cross-eyed, but I digress.
The stress test is set for 6 a.m. on Wednesday. I asked the doctor if I would puke. He said no one ever has before. I assured him that I would most likely be his first and he would no longer be a virgin to this. He’s from South Africa and has a great voice. He also doesn’t get my sense of humor.
As for the photo, the family got me a replacement heart, as my insurance isn’t so great.
Birthday goodness from JP.
Asshats left two kittens on our front porch last night. There were tiny. So we called our friends over at the Cat Emergency Clinic (Not really, Lisa Williams and her daughter Millie came to the rescue.) We can’t have kittens.
Here are two of the four reasons why we can’t have kittens. They monitored the cat situation very carefully.
Homer bids the white cat goodbye. Her maternal instinct came out.
Thus, my life in pictures. I know, a lot of the glamor here is just damn well overwhelming.
