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Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Oh No, April 1st Is Sooo Soooooon!
I swore up and down that I was going to restart my life on the first of April. How am I going to do that? We have the stucco repair people coming tomorrow (and whoo hooo, without appointment today—apparently this new doormat of ours attracts people, instead of repelling them. Crud), the International Sign Expo at Mandalay Bay, the landscaper is coming sometime in the next two weeks to bring more reject sand to our back yard (can’t afford grass yet, but the desert boulders are showing through the dirt), the electricians are coming to upgrade our panel so we can actually work on our new glass/stone engraving and dye sub businesses, the painters will have to come to fix the inside of garage (the leak that the stucco people are supposedly fixing), Cricket just came home yesterday after her multimilion dollar surgery, etc. I don’t even have to worry about all of the yard/house stuff (Leigh-Ann takes care of all that), but still, it weighs heavily on my wee mind. So, April 1st seems so ambitious. I was reading another blog about FlyLady and hoped that she was the answer to my organizational prayers. Alas, five million extra emails a day doesn’t help in the slightest. I had to unsubscribe after one day. Besides, it annoyed me to be told to clean up the dinner dishes before I’d even had dinner. Must be an East Coast operation. I’ll have to find organizational inspiration elsewhere.
As I said before, Cricket is home. She spent the whole weekend at the vet’s office recovering from her knee surgery. We were really happy to see her, but she’s doing so well that she wants to act like she doesn’t have this HUGE stitched up wound. We’re hoping we can keep her drugged and calm, but it’s hard when one of the cats realizes that he somewhat enjoys the little dogs in the bedroom and now comes to visit uannounced. Actually, I think the little porker is looking to steal their food. It’s not enough that he eats mountains of cat food. We adopted him from Best Friends and we’re thinking maybe he was on the road for a while before they got him. He acts like we’re going to take the food away from him. He’s turning into the Happy Hippo. The Happy Hippo who slept with us last night. We slept with a cat (a first) and a gimpy little dog. There was another little dog on the floor, a big dog right outside the baby gate/doorway, two more cats down the hall and a dog in his crate downstairs, not to mention the six parrots snoozing in their own room. It’s the Dr. Doolittle House for Rescued Animals, and they’re slowly moving into the bed. AAAAAAAHHHHH.
You know the previous entry where I said the vet bill was $2300? Whoops, wrong again. Try almost $3000. She’s lucky she’s adorable. Not that I wouldn’t pay for an ugly dog’s surgery, but I’m just sayin’ the photogenic button eyes, weird curly hair and cuddliness, make it easier.
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