posted one of these, and it's a pretty good idea, so I'm going to do the same...
Haven't done much updating. I'm working on making the next class the best one I've done, so I can get more money per day from the client (and hopefully an offer by the end of the year). It's not as easy as it sounds.
was incredible this evening. Glad I taped it. I'll watch it again when Mary gets home. Mary's out at class; she's been taking classes to be a medical office assistant, and hopes to be certified as an MOA and insurance specialist this year.
We took Molly (#20) in to be spayed yesterday. She came through it like a champ. She's spent most of the day sleeping, but that's what they do. All except for Lucy and Toby, who spend half their waking hours trying to get into my office and the other half trying to get out. They manage to get in by raising enough ruckus that Mary finally yells "FOR GOD'S SAKE, WILL YOU LET THEM IN?" Toby pulls at the door, rattling the lock noisily; Lucy cries pitifully, as only a Siamese can cry. We had a full-bred Siamese once upon a time, who never made anywhere near this amount of noise.
I've been reading a lot about writing screenplays lately. I'm thinking there's probably a movie or a TV series in me. Of course, it might just be gas.
I'm eleven days away from the dreaded half-century mark. I don't feel 50. I don't feel 30 most of the time. Yeah, I wear bifocals and my hair is mostly gray, but I still feel very young. I refuse to join the old folks' union; I haven't decided whether to just throw out their inevitable invitation, send it back with directions on which bodily orifice they can put it into, or return it to them with a note telling them that I'm dead. I see no point in joining an organization whose goals and aims are the complete opposite of mine. And let's leave it at that.
There, I feel better. (John grins.)
By the way, for you Ghostletters folks: Jack's 70th coincides with my 50th. He didn't join, either.
I've decided that I need more lateral space in this office. It means that I'll have to clean it, of course. As anahata56
would say, so mote it be.
Mary's home. See ya later, alligators.