Sunday, June 02, 2013
I WAS sleeping peacefully this morning ...
... until a squirrel started squawking like Daffy-Duck-having-a-coronary outside my bedroom window.
SODA!!
That. cat.
So! I am still alive. After brief honeymoon period, the Flagyl started kicking my butt. Evidently, it's gonna be one of those "the cure is as bad as the disease" type things.
*sigh*
Tell me, what are you all doing this weekend?
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Do you mean that Soda was dispatching the squirrel to the great beyond, or was he just too close for the squirrel's comfort? Maybe if you bought some cat food once in a while.....
Can you say what the adverse effects of the Flagyl are without offending all of our delicate sensibilities? Not great news there.
Soon you'll be up and outside taking more hiking pictures for those of us who can't go see for ourselves...
Ginny
Soda chased the squirrel up a tree. The squirrel commenced to telling Soda what's what. VERY LOUDLY. Thankfully, Soda, unlike his brother who shall remain nameless, knows how to get back DOWN out of a tree once he's gone up.
The Flagyl makes me feel nauseous all the time. I have no appetite whatsoever and my stomach is always queasy. Blech. I think I drank about five gallons of apple juice this weekend - it's the only thing that doesn't make me want to hurl.
You know how out of it I am right now? I just watched an episode of "America's Next Top Baker" and I LIKED it. And I'm currently watching "Princesses of Long Island". Lord help me.
and oh my GOD, one of my Captcha words has a f*cking UMLAUT over it. WTF?
Yeah, honey, you need an intervention.....
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