i know you've been wondering where i've gone! or been!
I wasn't in jail, or getting a sex change, or getting a sex change in jail.
My wife gave birth last week to a delightful little girl named Mira.
so i've been off, basically running interference between the baby and a very inquisitive french bulldog. because the baby hasn't gotten her shots, we can't let the little guy near her. so i'm basically keeping him busy while wife does that "other" stuff. its been a surreal amazing experience. Being superstitious, we didnt want to tell anyone until the baby was born. I would write more here, but i am literally on 24 hour emergency assistance - when Elena wants something I have to get it, or I get tazed.
As for Mira, she's got her mothers looks, and her fathers dislike for Brian Kilmeade. I turned on fox and friends this morning, and she cried incessantly until i turned it to something less disturbing (Dexter).
my guess is, i'll probably be back to work in the new year, no later.
but possibly sooner -who knows! this is a first time thing for us, so your guess is as good as mine!
thanks for being here in the gutter with me!
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Good morning! My Christmas presents were the health upswing of my fur kids.
Kat continues to improve daily. She's gained back at least 5-7 pounds already.
I'll weigh her next week after a poop recheck.
Chatham's eye has completely healed. As I continue to watch Chatham and Martha play, I think perhaps the original injury might have been an unintentional Martha claw.
It's kind of crazy, but all my cats love Martha, even my almost 15-year-old Shadow.
I'm blessed.
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Grouchly Boxing Day moaning, friends. I greet you well.
Boxing Day is observed around the Anglo world, other than the USA (with the exception of Massachusetts, though it is not an employee holiday there). The origin of the day is a matter of dispute. It's not a religious holiday - though it is also St. Stephen's Day. And nobody ever says "Happy Boxing Day".
In the 20th century the Boxing Day Sales were synonymous with the day. With Christmas dinner barely digested, tens of thousands of housewives would camp overnight outside the shops and stores, which offered genuine pennies-for-pounds bargains. But you had to get there early if you had your eye on something in particular - hence the encampments that grew along British High ...
