Zaphoon
Extremely helpful member
- Joined
- Aug 2, 2008
- Messages
- 2,857
- Reason
- DX UMND/PLS
- Diagnosis
- 08/2011
- Country
- US
- State
- Missouri
- City
- Springfield
I've not been around the forum much lately as things have been a bit crazy. A week ago this past Sunday, my youngest daughter phoned asking if I had a suite. When I told her that I indeed did have a suite, she said, "Good! I'm getting married tomorrow at noon!"
It was a beautiful wedding, outdoors on a lovely day down in the hills of the Ozarks at some rustic wedding place. She had been engaged for around 2 months and decided sooner is better than later, I suppose...
I've also had a cast-iron grand piano plate fall on my feet. That did not feel very pleasant. I've named this piano, "The Piano From Hell!" as it has fallen on more feet than just mine. It has been a money pit, to say the least. I am in the process of tearing it down and building it back up. When I'm done, it will have been wholly sanctified and converted.
One of our cats is probably experiencing kidney failure. She is 13 years old and has become listless and hasn't eaten or had anything to drink for about 4 days. She is now at the kitty hospital draining my wallet as I make one last feeble attempt to hydrate her in hopes her liver and kidney function might improve. Dropped $250 as a deposit on her 2 day stay starting tonight. Stupid cat...
I need a dog! A big cat-eating dog! If this cat dies, I still have one more left; a gargantuan heavyweight named Pounce (but he can't pounce very well any longer). My new dog would have a long lasting feast eating him. Well, that's what happens when you have daughters instead of sons. They bring home cats instead of dogs.
Like most of you, I feel crappy on a daily basis and dropping pianos on my feet hasn't helped much (okay, not at all).
I'm still around the neighborhood!
It was a beautiful wedding, outdoors on a lovely day down in the hills of the Ozarks at some rustic wedding place. She had been engaged for around 2 months and decided sooner is better than later, I suppose...
I've also had a cast-iron grand piano plate fall on my feet. That did not feel very pleasant. I've named this piano, "The Piano From Hell!" as it has fallen on more feet than just mine. It has been a money pit, to say the least. I am in the process of tearing it down and building it back up. When I'm done, it will have been wholly sanctified and converted.
One of our cats is probably experiencing kidney failure. She is 13 years old and has become listless and hasn't eaten or had anything to drink for about 4 days. She is now at the kitty hospital draining my wallet as I make one last feeble attempt to hydrate her in hopes her liver and kidney function might improve. Dropped $250 as a deposit on her 2 day stay starting tonight. Stupid cat...
I need a dog! A big cat-eating dog! If this cat dies, I still have one more left; a gargantuan heavyweight named Pounce (but he can't pounce very well any longer). My new dog would have a long lasting feast eating him. Well, that's what happens when you have daughters instead of sons. They bring home cats instead of dogs.
Like most of you, I feel crappy on a daily basis and dropping pianos on my feet hasn't helped much (okay, not at all).
I'm still around the neighborhood!