I've had a gazillion doctor apts lately. Fur instance, I just went and had a bladder stress test done. I only have a couple of things to say about that:
1. There is no dignaty in modern medician.
2. Fan's are nice.
3. They shouldn't have said 'cough'.
I've got physio soon, as well as a couple of other things, but I'll be damned if I can remember what. That's what callendars are for.
I'm getting brain freeze eating this chocolate ice cream with whipped topping. ;) (you're welcome, cleo)
Shahhe has gotten VERY demanding about her food. She yells at me. She's out all night guarding the garden and is starving at 4am. Nothing like the peircing screams of a demanding queen (shut up, pen).
And speaking of the garden, it's looking good out there. Most of the roses are in bloom, lots of greenery. Hubby calls it a jungle, and it IS looking pretty leafy out there. I'll try and take a picture soon.
Thats it. Now you all know I'm still alive.