enough about the butt...
Can't remember were I heard that title saying, but it fits...
Jo'Burg finally had the surgery to remove the bump on his anal gland. Unfortunately it was cancerous. I say "was" because the vet assures me that he removed all of it, because he's that good.
Since I didn't spend enough on the surgery, I purchased this lovely number for 45 bucks...
Needless to say I'm making him wear it even when he doesn't have to just to get my money out of the thing. The "funny" lady in the office suggested I use it as a sun hat. funny...
So he got his stiches out today and got the thumbs up. I got the reassurance that he will (how do I put this?) "pucker back up" and not have to wear a diaper for the rest of his life.
Jezebel's been worrying me by whimpering a lot, but I think she's crying because Jo'Burg gets all the attention. As soon as I give her some, she shuts up. Can you say "high-maintenance"?
Blue is being great. The kid half leasing him likes him and he's being great for her. Hopefully she's falling in love and they will buy him soon because the board goes up to 700 bucks a month in March. Just shoot me now...
Talking about next month, yea... It's a funny thing. I love my birfday. I usually celebrate for at least a week, longer if possible. But I'm in a bit of denial this year. Haven't figured out why yet. I don't feel 40. I never thought I'd make it to 40. People tell me I don't look 40. But 40?.. When I was in my 20s, I loved older men and mostly dated guys in their 40s. Now I'm that "older" person. I don't feel it. I don't feel like a grown-up. I do feel wiser, but not older. Suppose that's a good thing. Yikes, 4T. It's not like I feel like this because half my life is over, because I thought that at 15, for some reason. I was shocked I made it to 30. And now 40...
Maybe it's all the things that 40 changes. Never thought I'd have kids, but now I'm definately not. They want me to shove my boob in a machine and squish it. And next on my plate is some type of colon scope that looks for things you can't shit out...
And it's harder than shit to loose the tire around my waiste.
I gotta stop talking to my mom about doctor shit... Hey, at least I'm that much closer to retirement!!!!!
P.S. - Spell check isn't working and I can't spell worth shit (haha)...
Jo'Burg finally had the surgery to remove the bump on his anal gland. Unfortunately it was cancerous. I say "was" because the vet assures me that he removed all of it, because he's that good.
Since I didn't spend enough on the surgery, I purchased this lovely number for 45 bucks...
Needless to say I'm making him wear it even when he doesn't have to just to get my money out of the thing. The "funny" lady in the office suggested I use it as a sun hat. funny...
So he got his stiches out today and got the thumbs up. I got the reassurance that he will (how do I put this?) "pucker back up" and not have to wear a diaper for the rest of his life.
Jezebel's been worrying me by whimpering a lot, but I think she's crying because Jo'Burg gets all the attention. As soon as I give her some, she shuts up. Can you say "high-maintenance"?
Blue is being great. The kid half leasing him likes him and he's being great for her. Hopefully she's falling in love and they will buy him soon because the board goes up to 700 bucks a month in March. Just shoot me now...
Talking about next month, yea... It's a funny thing. I love my birfday. I usually celebrate for at least a week, longer if possible. But I'm in a bit of denial this year. Haven't figured out why yet. I don't feel 40. I never thought I'd make it to 40. People tell me I don't look 40. But 40?.. When I was in my 20s, I loved older men and mostly dated guys in their 40s. Now I'm that "older" person. I don't feel it. I don't feel like a grown-up. I do feel wiser, but not older. Suppose that's a good thing. Yikes, 4T. It's not like I feel like this because half my life is over, because I thought that at 15, for some reason. I was shocked I made it to 30. And now 40...
Maybe it's all the things that 40 changes. Never thought I'd have kids, but now I'm definately not. They want me to shove my boob in a machine and squish it. And next on my plate is some type of colon scope that looks for things you can't shit out...
And it's harder than shit to loose the tire around my waiste.
I gotta stop talking to my mom about doctor shit... Hey, at least I'm that much closer to retirement!!!!!
P.S. - Spell check isn't working and I can't spell worth shit (haha)...
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