Sunday, December 11, 2005

evening

The Daily Factoid - Cilantro

I wish we lived in a cilantro scented world.  The smell of cilantro makes me swoon with happiness.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

early evening

The Daily Factoid - Cats

They can’t taste sweet things.  How sad for them.

Friday, December 09, 2005

late afternoon

The Daily Factoid - Peanut Butter Diamonds

You can make diamonds from peanut butter.  It’s true.  I’m making Leigh-Ann’s birthday gift myself.  Who needs Tiffany when you have some peanut butter, some charcoal, a microwave and some lighter fluid?  Okay, I’ll share the recipe, but if I were you, I wouldn’t make any.  Frankly, charcoal in the microwave doesn’t seem like a good idea, even if you can make peanut butter diamonds.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

late afternoon

The Daily Factoid - Telephone Calls

Remember the doctor’s office lady?  Remember how she was supposed to call the next day (that was December 1st, for those of you keeping track), after talking to my insurance company?  I thought I’d be polite and give her a little extra time.  I called the office yesterday and spoke with her.  She advised me that she hadn’t called my insurance company yet.  No sirree.  My leg getting weaker, losing bladder function, huge herniated disc...that apparently means nothing.  So, she said she would call the insurance company today and call me back.  She made sure to ask me if I’d be home, as if that mattered.  Did she call today?  NOPE.  I may have to contact my surgeon’s office and see if they can do something about this.  I’m supposed to get this injection to find out if I need the surgery in January.  If I don’t get the injection, that screws up the surgeon’s schedule.  Well, and mine.

The more important a phone call is, the less likely it is that you will receive said phone call.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

late evening

The Daily Factoid - Pants

Our little dogs got in a fight tonight.  When they were romping, Phoenix accidentally jumped on Cricket’s repaired back legs, which pisses Cricket off.  She was snarling and wouldn’t stop getting in Phoenix’s face.  She’ll usually back off if I just yell at her.

Our little dogs’ fights can be broken up with a pair of pants.  Long pants.  Floated in front of their faces.  Keep that in mind should you ever dogsit here.