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sff_corgi_lj) wrote2005-10-28 08:19 pm
sff_corgi_lj) wrote2005-10-28 08:19 pm
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They call them 'boxers' for a reason.
I have not been having the best of days, from some angles.
For instance: while doing an ice run over to my VFW post, D'Argo and I met an adorable 7-month-old boxer and his little 6-month-old Boston Terrier friend (complete with small cocoanut). The larger puppy, whose name I never quite caught, gave me happy schlurps and finally engaged D's attention, at which point they started doing that thing with their 'hands'... and I got clobbered in the side of the mouth. Ouuuuch.
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heidi8 and I never made it to lunch -- her Publix got restocked and Ma decided she was far too uncomfortable not to go to the doctor right this minute -- which means I left the house, after having changed into non-yardworky clothes, having left my driver's license and any possible plastic money at the house.
Not that I could find rechargers for my Treo 600 anyway, since both the wall and car chargers have broken. :headdesk:
And my laundry is adamantly refusing to dry.
However. Considering I am not experiencing Sebacean Heat Death, I feel I am getting off somewhat lightly. This falls under 'nibbled to death by ducks'.
And I am very soon off to a land which has power, functioning environmental controls appropriate to the environment, power, Starbucks, laundry facilities and T-Mobile stores which are properly supplied. And power. And food I don't have to cook over a hibachi in the dark, although the fire looks very pretty that way. [falls wearily into the care ofsit_good_dog]
We'd bloody well better have power by the time I get back. Even people in Broward have power already, never mind all the places I mentioned previously. Grumble.
For instance: while doing an ice run over to my VFW post, D'Argo and I met an adorable 7-month-old boxer and his little 6-month-old Boston Terrier friend (complete with small cocoanut). The larger puppy, whose name I never quite caught, gave me happy schlurps and finally engaged D's attention, at which point they started doing that thing with their 'hands'... and I got clobbered in the side of the mouth. Ouuuuch.
heidi8 and I never made it to lunch -- her Publix got restocked and Ma decided she was far too uncomfortable not to go to the doctor right this minute -- which means I left the house, after having changed into non-yardworky clothes, having left my driver's license and any possible plastic money at the house.Not that I could find rechargers for my Treo 600 anyway, since both the wall and car chargers have broken. :headdesk:
And my laundry is adamantly refusing to dry.
However. Considering I am not experiencing Sebacean Heat Death, I feel I am getting off somewhat lightly. This falls under 'nibbled to death by ducks'.
And I am very soon off to a land which has power, functioning environmental controls appropriate to the environment, power, Starbucks, laundry facilities and T-Mobile stores which are properly supplied. And power. And food I don't have to cook over a hibachi in the dark, although the fire looks very pretty that way. [falls wearily into the care of
sit_good_dog]We'd bloody well better have power by the time I get back. Even people in Broward have power already, never mind all the places I mentioned previously. Grumble.
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