when i was trying to give him his insulin...poke bite, shit! i reacted and pulled the needle back out...poke bite..shit!! it came out again...poke bite..hey! that one freaking hurt and where is the god damn syringe???..(last i saw it, it was flying thru the air.)
he never did get his insulin dose...between jesse using my digit for a human stick and caspar practicing his personal power of NO...my fingers retreated til a better day...like this morning..but not yet cuz i have yet to prepare.
amazing how much that swim made him strong again...last night i might have preferred the quivering bowlful of jelly.
whatever..he will get his insulin from now on and i will not get bit anymore and there are no hard feelings on either of our sides...he slept curled up on my pillow last night despite it all.
he's a cute little bugger.
mo told me a story a couple of weeks ago about her mom coming to her rescue, she didn't ask but her mom just KNEW.....if my mom was still alive..and she knew my back was sore and i needed a bigger bed...my mom would have said i have too many dogs here but she also would have had one on a delivery truck by the very next day. she taught me that this is what moms do (i try to do it for my kids too whenever i can)....but since i am now an orphan and she can't fix this for me...i guess i better go out today and find my own god damn bed. she is probably yelling at me from where ever she is...carol jane!!! go get a decent bed, your back is too messed up to goof around with...do you want to be as crippled as all of those dogs????
hug your mom today..someday you won't be able to...but you still will be able to hear her giving you heck from the other side....the voice of mom breaks thru all cosmic limits....good thing she can't reach out and slap me too. (just joking mom...you weren't a slapper altho you might feel like it right now.)
i heard on TV last night the brick has a big sale on...hmmmm...i wonder how good a sale it is?
and i would like to point out that it is the tiny, sabre-toothed, doe-eyed caspar, the swimming poodle thing who is the straw that is breaking this camel's back today.
he is a cute little bugger...and an expensive one too.
If you go for a queen make sure you can get the boxspring into the bedroom. The king boxspring is in two pieces (essentially two twins, just longer) and the mattress will of course bend.
I know someone who ended up winching a queen boxspring up though windows because they couldn't get it around a corner in a hallway.
And don't forget I still have the bed rail for you. Just needs transport to you :-)