Plan Ahead!
That's my theme for today.
If I had planned ahead, I would have straightened this leaf before posting it...I know how to do that now and I have to admit that my friends would realize why there's a slight list to my photos...there's a slight list to me!

So the only child is suffering once more. She doesn't know how to confront her vet...
Actually she's trying to decide whether her Vet is:
A money gouger...which she can't accept. The Vet is too decent.
A what-ifer...that might be it but the only child is the ultimate what-ifer...
All of which is to say that after three months of experimenting, and one session of the only child explaining to said Vet that if the bills continued, she would have to stop buying her blood pressure medication, said young and earnest Vet that she would send out the culture for testing by a Lab. This was after it was confirmed in July with a culture that the cat had a skin infection not dandruff as a result of his being over weight. This was after two months and four rounds of antibiotics and one round of parasite treatment and an intermittent round of intestinal treatment for the effects of the antibiotic which did not work...That instead of our moving on to allergenic food, we would send a culture of said infection to the lab for analysis. And...yes...the cat had a skin infection which was resistant to all of the antibiotics so far proscribed...so now he is on the antibiotic which will address the issue...And I can't help but shake my head...Even an only child and Aries would have sent the culture to the Lab in July but alas and only child and an Aries complies with the powers that be. They are supposed to know what is happening.

There is nothing that peanut butter and a spoon cannot fix...

Why do I have an avocado slicer? I have never sliced an avocado...ever...I wouldn't know how to use it.

And then someone sent me a picture of this beautiful little rescue dog and I am ashamed of myself. No dog should die ever.

It's pretty pathetic when the only two insults one can think of when facing an opponent are:

Your mother wears army boots.
And...
Is your dog dead yet?

Neither of which would I say but I would think them and giggle.

I've always been fond of Grannie's Royal Dolton Bull Dog!

A very damming review of a book studying the writing process. "If you had to boil down Pinker's advice into two main points, they would be: Keep it snappy and keep it simple. Unfortunately he proves wholly incapable of abiding by his own rules. Rather; he's a colossal windbag, never using three words when 35 can be rammed into the breach and frequently writing sentences so tortuous that they seem to be eating themselves.

 Mind you the reviewer's odd use of the semicolon is rather unsettling!

I am a year ahead of myself...I have been for 70 plus years. I keep waiting to grow up. The reason for this is that my mother and the grade one teacher were best friends. They assumed that their daughters would be best friends. And so, the grade one teacher facilitated my starting grade one a year earlier because her daughter started that year.

We were never friends. In fact I fear that a character trait I have been harbouring ever since came out then. We had a rhythm band. My "best friend" couldn't keep the tempo. In frustration I..."tapped" her with the triangle thing-a-ma-jig.  The grade one teacher realized the error of her ways but it was too late. I couldn't be banished from grade one but I was banished from the rhythm band.

And today the temptation to "tap" someone raised its ugly head. I take bridge lessons. One of the women at our table doesn't keep the tempo. Fortunately, I didn't have a triangle thing-a-ma-jig