Life's coming back together around here.
Our DSL is back, which means dog & duck pictures are forthcoming. Now I just have to remember to take a picture of them together. Oh, and in honor of my renewed DSL status, I finally cleared all of the AOL crap off my computer. Now after a small exorcism and a spritz with a room freshener, the computer ought to be a much nicer place to play.
I was desperate enough to have made a deal with the devil to get two days off in a row. I've agreed to swap them for some more 12 hour shifts. It seemed worth it at the time. I'll let you know if I still think it's such a hot deal by Saturday.
And lastly, we're going to get the last of our stuff out of the shed and into the house this weekend, which means I can get back to the business of turning my shed into an "artist's studio," which sounds so much better than "butch playhouse." And I won't let the fact that I'm not the slightest bit artistic affect my effete, pretentious snobbery. I'm just that kind of self-righteous hypocrite.
The bad news is that I'll be taking Cuppy back to the vet in a few minutes, since she seems to be oozing pinkish fluid from her eye-less socket, and the vet wants to drain it. With a needle. In the eye.
Who's glad they're not Cuppy today? Let's see a show of hands!