Spammity and Colmes

I don't want to get on the plane. I don't want to get on the plane. This may have something to do with the prospect of spending 24 hours in the air and at airports for a 48 hour trip for the sole purposes of getting fingerprinted and taking a test.

I know, buck up and meet my licensing requirements like a man.

But I don't waaaaant to. :P *whiny*

And I haven't packed yet, and the thing takes off in 2.5 hours. (Luckily the airport has only two gates and is about ten minutes from my house.)

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This reluctance might also have a little to do with the fact my kitty (Phoebe) is in the hospital overnight for her dental tomorrow. She's going to have two teeth extracted. Poor darling. And I don't know who's more stressed about it, me or her. (Sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing. Especially because I know that three dogs they had in last week, including mine, ended up with wicked intestinal upset after their appointments...)

Guh. I'm sure it'll be okay. She's a street cat. She's tough.

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Oh! One last thing. I've taken up knit and crochet recently.

( my crafts, let me show you them )