I had such a freaking blast last night. Sarah and Richa came over and we ordered pizza. Richa hadn't seen the LotR movies, so over Thanksgiving we watched Fellowship, tonight we watched Two Towers, and for New Year's eve, we'll watch Return.
Sarah brought over a firelog and Richa brought us some spicy Thai soup and ice cream. That girl can handle her spices, that's for sure.
We had a funny incident with Romio's Pizza. I've been ordering from them quite frequently for about two years now. Last night was the first time my pizza arrived squashed into a corner. So I called them and the woman who answered the phone was appropriately horrified and got me a manager, and we had the nicest chat. He said nice things, I said nice things. It was all very friendly. He said he would immediately send out a replacement. So we waited, which was a mild nuisance. The delivery guy called up and he's one of their least friendly delivery people. I thanked him for bringing it and asked if I could just check the replacement. He surled at me, "You can't expect delivery to be perfect." I think I said something like, "You are stupid and rude, go away." But then I was appalled enough that I called the manager and we had another friendly chat. He's going to have a talk with the guy and I have 25% off my next pizza. So ridiculous.
The movie ended around midnight and I was about to fall over dead. Sarah and Richa left before I actually passed out, and I am really looking forward to NYE fun with them.
What was also nice last night was that I hauled Hobbsie to bed with me. And he stayed! So often he endures my affection and schleps off to sleep in the closet. But he stayed all night! It made me very happy to wake up to his incredibly stinky breath.
About that stinky breath. I am still conflicted on what the best solution is for Hobbsie. His mouth is in bad shape. I honestly didn't think he was going to live this long, and a part of me is still poised for the next seizure and/or death. I can't help it. Also, dental work is about $400-600. And with his heart murmur and other problems, he could just die on the table. He could drop dead from a seizure two days later. But bad teeth are a big quality of life issue. I'm just so unsure of what the right thing to do is here. This isn't something insane like brain surgery. This is a dental cleaning that will make him feel better and give us the chance to fix something that is definitely wrong. I'm trying to see the $600 as a peace-of-mind thing. And Dr. Henkle is going to let me do some sort of a payment-plan. Even if it can't guarantee a prolonged life for him, I'm gambling on making the rest of what life he has better. I'm convinced that he's either going to die on the table or five days later. But the thought of him limping on with an owie mouth giving him low grade infections just kills me.
He's such a good, good cat. I hate that he can't just live for another 50 years with me.
This morning Sarah and I are taking Henry to see Dr. Henkle and then picking up my car from Les Schwab. The rest of the day is open! I am going to see if I can run over and visit my nephew. I'm supposed to start baking today and am hopeful that I'll at least get started today. I can't believe I have a month off. It's going to go by so fast, I just know it! But I'm so grateful for it.
I can't wait for the twelve thousand boxes that are due to arrive from Amazon on Monday. It'll be nice to have everyone's gifts wrapped and labeled. I need to go buy containers to put my holiday cookies in, too. I'm hoping that Monday will be my last day of shopping and spending.
Oh crap, must stop nattering on. Sarah's going to be here in 15 minutes!
Sarah brought over a firelog and Richa brought us some spicy Thai soup and ice cream. That girl can handle her spices, that's for sure.
We had a funny incident with Romio's Pizza. I've been ordering from them quite frequently for about two years now. Last night was the first time my pizza arrived squashed into a corner. So I called them and the woman who answered the phone was appropriately horrified and got me a manager, and we had the nicest chat. He said nice things, I said nice things. It was all very friendly. He said he would immediately send out a replacement. So we waited, which was a mild nuisance. The delivery guy called up and he's one of their least friendly delivery people. I thanked him for bringing it and asked if I could just check the replacement. He surled at me, "You can't expect delivery to be perfect." I think I said something like, "You are stupid and rude, go away." But then I was appalled enough that I called the manager and we had another friendly chat. He's going to have a talk with the guy and I have 25% off my next pizza. So ridiculous.
The movie ended around midnight and I was about to fall over dead. Sarah and Richa left before I actually passed out, and I am really looking forward to NYE fun with them.
What was also nice last night was that I hauled Hobbsie to bed with me. And he stayed! So often he endures my affection and schleps off to sleep in the closet. But he stayed all night! It made me very happy to wake up to his incredibly stinky breath.
About that stinky breath. I am still conflicted on what the best solution is for Hobbsie. His mouth is in bad shape. I honestly didn't think he was going to live this long, and a part of me is still poised for the next seizure and/or death. I can't help it. Also, dental work is about $400-600. And with his heart murmur and other problems, he could just die on the table. He could drop dead from a seizure two days later. But bad teeth are a big quality of life issue. I'm just so unsure of what the right thing to do is here. This isn't something insane like brain surgery. This is a dental cleaning that will make him feel better and give us the chance to fix something that is definitely wrong. I'm trying to see the $600 as a peace-of-mind thing. And Dr. Henkle is going to let me do some sort of a payment-plan. Even if it can't guarantee a prolonged life for him, I'm gambling on making the rest of what life he has better. I'm convinced that he's either going to die on the table or five days later. But the thought of him limping on with an owie mouth giving him low grade infections just kills me.
He's such a good, good cat. I hate that he can't just live for another 50 years with me.
This morning Sarah and I are taking Henry to see Dr. Henkle and then picking up my car from Les Schwab. The rest of the day is open! I am going to see if I can run over and visit my nephew. I'm supposed to start baking today and am hopeful that I'll at least get started today. I can't believe I have a month off. It's going to go by so fast, I just know it! But I'm so grateful for it.
I can't wait for the twelve thousand boxes that are due to arrive from Amazon on Monday. It'll be nice to have everyone's gifts wrapped and labeled. I need to go buy containers to put my holiday cookies in, too. I'm hoping that Monday will be my last day of shopping and spending.
Oh crap, must stop nattering on. Sarah's going to be here in 15 minutes!
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