I am battered from taking the kitties to the vet. If I had the ability to take a picture of the puncture wound on my arm, I would. Although, it looks a little better today than it did yesterday. My left arm is scratched up in a few places along with the puncture wound. Dammit Loretta. It was my own fault, I scooted a chair and got in the way of the freak out velocity path.
They are both healthy kitties, but Vera needs to get her teeth brushed. They said once a day, I say once a week. I love her to death, but I am not putting myself in that much danger every night. Plus, I don't know if Vera would appreciate me trying to drunkenly brush her teeth. :)
$218 later I get them home and head to a lovely lunch with parilous
where we discuss peer pressure, failure rates and misspelled menus.
I found out what Ute was asking me about with the HTML stuff. I can't make heads or tails of the site that they use, I need to spend some time looking at it uninterrupted (read: not at work where they all call on me all the time).
I got the dining room table almost cleaned off. Then I spent almost 30 minutes at the Arby's drive-thru. And the fries were cold. WTF? I would complain, but why bother? My level of expectation isn't that high. I knew the food wouldn't be very good (Arby's seldom is). So, my expectations were met, I guess.
I fell asleep on the couch last night about ten. I was awakened by a text message and decided it was time to go to bed. Have I mentioned how much I love my new comforter? I will be sad when it's hot out and will have no use for it. Dangit.
Ok. Orders are done, need to get out of here, grab some stuff from a different store, and my cheesecake, and then bring it back here and then head home to take care of the kitchen, laundry and finish the dining room table.