Before the cream sits out too long

An interests meme, nicked from watervole:

( Cut for geekiness )

I'm going to add one of those to my list...

*yawn*

It's terribly hot again, but I soaked my T-shirt in cold water and wrung it as dry as I could before putting it back on, and it's keeping me beautifully cool, so no complaints today.

Actually, I think I'd have a hard time complaining about anything today, so if any of you were planning anything that'd annoy me, now would be a good time to get it over with.

Had to take young Peeves back to the vet's today - they like to inspect their stitching a few days after the fact to make sure it's all going well. Mum very kindly came and picked us up and drove us there and back, which meant I had to take Spike too... he got thoroughly overexcited, and while we were waiting to make an appointment to have the stitches out he boiled over and started barking his head off at an American Bulldog and a gorgeous creamy gingery-white German Shepherd that were there.

The barking-at-other-dogs thing is an old, nasty habit of Spike's that I had successfully eradicated, but since I got Squish - who's also very reactive, and much more nervous around strange dogs than Spike ever was - it's come back worse than ever, since they act as a pack and feed off each other's reactions. They only do it when they're on-leash, and I have got them to the point where I can usually prevent it if I see the other dog before they do - but what with the heightened emotion and enclosed space of the vet's waiting room, and Spike's prejudice against German Shepherds (he was attacked unprovoked by an aggressive one two years ago, and he's disliked and mistrusted them ever since) I took the simple option and just hustled the pair of them outside.

Remind me not to shave my legs again. I did it yesterday afternoon because I couldn't be arsed to do all that stuff with the sugaring syrup and the cotton strips, and now they're covered in red speckles. I look as though I've been attacked by fleas. Gah.

If I win the lottery tonight I shall have it all lasered off, and then tour the world visiting each and every one of my Internet friends... either that or buy up a hotel and pay for them all to come visit me, I can't decide which.

*yawns some more*

Shall I spend the afternoon reading or watching the latest batch of DVDs from Blockbuster? I have Babylon 5 - River of Souls, the first disc of Crusade, and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Decisions, decisions...

Before the cream sits out too long

An interests meme, nicked from watervole:

( Cut for geekiness )

I'm going to add one of those to my list...

*yawn*

It's terribly hot again, but I soaked my T-shirt in cold water and wrung it as dry as I could before putting it back on, and it's keeping me beautifully cool, so no complaints today.

Actually, I think I'd have a hard time complaining about anything today, so if any of you were planning anything that'd annoy me, now would be a good time to get it over with.

Had to take young Peeves back to the vet's today - they like to inspect their stitching a few days after the fact to make sure it's all going well. Mum very kindly came and picked us up and drove us there and back, which meant I had to take Spike too... he got thoroughly overexcited, and while we were waiting to make an appointment to have the stitches out he boiled over and started barking his head off at an American Bulldog and a gorgeous creamy gingery-white German Shepherd that were there.

The barking-at-other-dogs thing is an old, nasty habit of Spike's that I had successfully eradicated, but since I got Squish - who's also very reactive, and much more nervous around strange dogs than Spike ever was - it's come back worse than ever, since they act as a pack and feed off each other's reactions. They only do it when they're on-leash, and I have got them to the point where I can usually prevent it if I see the other dog before they do - but what with the heightened emotion and enclosed space of the vet's waiting room, and Spike's prejudice against German Shepherds (he was attacked unprovoked by an aggressive one two years ago, and he's disliked and mistrusted them ever since) I took the simple option and just hustled the pair of them outside.

Remind me not to shave my legs again. I did it yesterday afternoon because I couldn't be arsed to do all that stuff with the sugaring syrup and the cotton strips, and now they're covered in red speckles. I look as though I've been attacked by fleas. Gah.

If I win the lottery tonight I shall have it all lasered off, and then tour the world visiting each and every one of my Internet friends... either that or buy up a hotel and pay for them all to come visit me, I can't decide which.

*yawns some more*

Shall I spend the afternoon reading or watching the latest batch of DVDs from Blockbuster? I have Babylon 5 - River of Souls, the first disc of Crusade, and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Decisions, decisions...