Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
My very bestest oldest and dearest friend is having brain surgery tomorrow morning in Little Rock, AR. Yes. THAT Little Rock. I told her the only thing worse would be an Okie brain surgeon, but hey, it is what it is. She's had fogginess, headaches, balance issues, emotional issues, etc, for the last few years and they haven't been able to find what's wrong. Finally did an MRI on her noggin and found a WTF thing. The neuroradiologist is convinced it's a something-or-other glioma, the neurosurgeon things it's a cyst. I think it's her evil twin. I've been telling her this is the best time to do things and blame it on the Evil Twin in her brain, but she's not buying it. Anywhoo, she texted me this picture that's hanging in the apartment she's been staying in this week, says it's growing on her and she want to keep it. I think this is an excellent argument for the Evil Twin Theory. What do y'all think?
Oh yeah, and please put up some prayers for her. I love her to pieces.
Monday, July 25, 2016
When Wirecutter, Miss Lisa, Legal Lucy and CGD came through, I got to meet the infamous CGD. Huge wolfdog. Vicious, snarling, rip your throat out....just kidding.
Charlie was a sweetheart. A love me, pet me, I'm your buddy, I'm your pal. We struck a deal that I'd get custody of Charlie and Lucy should anything happen to WC and Miss Lisa, God forbid. But he's such a sweet, lovable mountain of doggy fun, I'd be happy to be his mom.
Now Max the Terrible was with me during one of our meetings, and I got him out of the van to meet and greet. That lasted all of two minutes; he was all about tearing into Charlie, a dog that could easily have ended him in one bite. But that didn't matter. Max is a Terrierist. Max will mess up your world! Thank God he was on a harness and leash; I scooped him up and tossed him back in the van before WWIII broke out.