G: "Let's get some food and go watch the cattle judging. AND I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST UTTERED THOSE WORDS."
See the sticks that the handlers use to gently prod the cow's feet into place? I need one of those for Orca. If I threatened her with a stick 400 times bigger than she is, I bet she wouldn't run around the dining room table when I'm giving her the meds.
Another quote from the weekend:
G {gazing at our miniature washing machine}: "I can see that we're going to have a real laundry problem."
Understatement.
I'm drinking my morning coffee and staring at a pseudo-trashed apartment that must be cleaned and organized before we head off to VA today. Where are the servants?
Then we have to board this one:
Since we have to take her to a brand new (to us) place, it's easy for me to stress out about it. I keep telling the poor staff that she's ancient and riddled with geriatric conditions. They're like, Yes ma'am, we do this for a living, you know...
To calm my nerves, G suggested that we reward ourselves with lunch afterwards:
Sold.
It's a new day! No more living apart!
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