Monthly Archives: November 2005

oooo Las Vegas

…remember that Emmylou Harris song?  It’s going through my mind.  If I was clever with technology it would be downloadable here.  Sorry!  Technically insuffient to the task.    If anyone out there can explain it to me (as if I … Continue reading

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What’s New PuzzyCat…

…well, SN took poor Cosmo to the vet last night while I saw my client.  Lovely girl (the client) with a sensitive and elegant soul.  Actually, that applies to SN, too.  Loyal friend, helpful, kind, and warm.   Cosmo loves … Continue reading

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Poor Cosmo…

aka the five thousand dollar pussy with a toothache.  I have to take him to the vet at 7 tonight.  *sigh*  He’s drooling and his lower jaw looks three times the size.  No wonder he was hiding in the linen … Continue reading

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I Also Give Up On…

…trying to pick out and mail gifts to my sweet nieces and nephews…   I’ve not been working much with being so spectacularly injured anyway.  Perhaps this year I can just send a lovely Christmas card and call it good. … Continue reading

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Talk About Confounding

Remember the television ads with the Aero chocolate bar where the two girls say, "I don’t get it."   Well, I don’t get it.  Apparently, AlluringArtist is not interested in continuing with our friendship.   It’s been that kind of … Continue reading

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Discomboobelated

Spelling, anyone?    Who knows…  All I know is that I have been sick for most of this month and it’s making me stupid.   The chinooks make it worse.  One blew in yesterday and it flattened me.  I left … Continue reading

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The Fun Never Stops

I have laryngitis.  If I’ve misspelled it – forgive me – but I have no voice.   No wonder I’ve been dragging my tailfeathers.  First the flu.  Now this.  I feel like Dorothy Parker, "What fresh hell is this?!"   I’ve … Continue reading

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