November 1st, 2005
|11:50 am - REMEMBER ME? I HAD A REPORT DUE ON SPACE.|
This is so going to be my costume next year.
I suppose it's just as well I didn't know that the Somerville was running an awesome blossom Creature Double Feature last night (Carpenter's HALLOWEEN plus a Hammer Films' DRACULA & HIS EVIL CORPSE UNDEAD BRIDE THING FROM HELL or whatever it was called.) I had too much fun lying down upstairs, perfecting my Rag Doll impression, trying to ignore the ringing doorbell. I went down once... once! with bag of Fun Sized Candy in hand, and of course in the time it took for me to hobble down two flights of stairs the little sugar-crazed fiends had decided they'd waited long enough, and toodled off on their merry way. The downstairs neighbors seemed ready to give candy out; they left the porch light on as an anklebiter invite so I couldn't do the ol' "leave an empty bowl out with a sign reading HAPPY HALLOWEEN, TAKE ONE" trick like I
wanted to do should have done.
On the other hand, when I stepped out this morning, I noticed all the pumpkins survived the night intact, so there's still hope for humanity yet.
Status of stomach: PRILOSEC'D. Got a month supply. Take THAT, acid reflux.
Status of back: HURTED. But FLEXERIL'D. Well, I took the Flexeril before bed last night and the entire world was pillowy soft and relaxful. So far sitting for two hours hasn't bothered me very much, though it is annoying and I have to stand up every few minutes just to keep the little helper muscles from spasming. It's happened once so far but I kept my yelps to a minimum. God, that is no fun.
Status of Abbie: Still in the dining room, waiting for the mouse dispenser to make with another one so he can chase it. I'm not sure what he did with the first one, or even the second, but he spent all of Sunday and Monday camped out in the dining room so I guess he's having a good time.
was that a doctor recommendation? if not and if it doesn't work out, i generally had good luck with a daily dose of ranitadine (which is xantac, i believe).
anyway, hope you feel better!
|Date:||November 1st, 2005 05:43 pm (UTC)|| |
Go Abs :)
Apparently one of the mice got chased into a plastic bag that someone then carried outside. Oh, the excitement!
That means the cat could be waiting there a loooooong time, doesn't it? :)
When I was five, we lived in a house with a working fireplace. While we were living in that house, we got ourselves a cat, Play-It-Again-Sam by name.
(We only ever called him Sam. He wasn't really bright enough to remember more than that.)
One frosty winter, my dad opened the flue of the fireplace, and a frozen squirrel fell into the fireplace, much to Sam's fasicination and was quickly disposed of by my dad, much to Sam's disappointment.
We lived in two other houses with Sam after that, both of which had fake fireplaces, and for the rest of his life, he'd go stare up the bricked up "chimneys" every so often.
So, don't count on Abbie ever forgetting that there was a mouse once.
Heh. I was on massive doses of Flexeril for most of 2000, I still remember fondly the feeling of my gluteus maximus going completely floppy and keeping me from walking a straight line. Enjoy!
|Date:||November 1st, 2005 06:57 pm (UTC)|| |
And then he put on his dark sunglasses and talked about sneaking through Checkpoint Charlie!
|Date:||November 1st, 2005 07:21 pm (UTC)|| |
My wife takes Flexeril for her back. She says it's goooooood!
It's perfect for those who want to pretend that they're as flat as a pancake, and about as mobile.
I just hope you don't discover what Abbie did with the mouse because it's in your closet.
(That's no closet, that's Abbie's Hobbit Hidey Hole!)
There are photos of me from high school in which I look almost exactly like that guy. I was teased for a couple of years about that.