Cleveland Amory once said that only men could be curmudgeons. Fine. I've set out to be a curmudgeonette.
I'm middle-aged, single, owned by a stubborn dog and so white bread all my clothes should say "Wonder." If it weren't for a few little quirks, I would be absolutely indistinguishable from other Midwestern females.
Monday, January 07, 2008
Bigfoot is scheduled for bloodwork, anesthesia and surgery next Tuesday, the fifteenth (the vet's office will call me if there is a cancellation this week).
He's sleeping on top of his notasheep right now. He looks adorable.