J.D. wants to Thank Everyone for their Birthday Wishes
I ordered (yesterday) a lobster to be cooked for J.D. and ready at 6:15pm to be picked up tonight. I guess the grocer didn't believe the lady ordering a lobster to be cooked for her cat, and when I arrived it was not cooked, and I had to watch the grocer picking up and through the live lobsters to select one. I told him that I did not want to see it alive first. He said I'll kill it if you want me to. I answered "yes". I don't even want to think about it otherwise.
I left the grocery store late (since, I then had to wait for it to be cooked) at +12.5, and J.D. did not get his shot until almost +13. So, we're pretty close to making up for Daylight Savings Time.
When I opened the door, when I came home with my packages, I did not see J.D. in his bed, and I was briefly worried. Then the new fandangled automatic shutting door, shut on something soft, and it was J.D.!!!!!!! I may still take him to the E.R., but he seems to be doing okay, so far. Just favoring the foot or leg or whatever was smashed in the door, a little.
He got some lobster pieces, right away. And a few sips of the heavy whipping cream I brought home for dessert.
Oh, and it took 3 test strips and about 7 or 8 pokes to get enough blood for PMPS :YMSIGH:
J.D. is waiting anxiously for his dinner. The steak is almost done broiling. He wants to invite all his LLantus buddies to come over for dinner and dessert
Come on over!!!!
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