Tuesday, August 12, 2003
My life for the past five days:
Work, work, work, FiFi, work, work, saw Pirates of The Carribean, work, work, saw Freddy vs. Jason, work, buried 2 of my patients.
Tonight: My grandmother's 78th birthday. Seafood dinner. Bond with FiFi, who now has a thing for barking at my stuffed animals and chewing on my shoes.
Other news: Squeaky Bear no longer squeaks. He is now just Bear. If FiFi keeps smacking him around like she does, he will end up being Lump O' Fleece.
Work, work, work, FiFi, work, work, saw Pirates of The Carribean, work, work, saw Freddy vs. Jason, work, buried 2 of my patients.
Tonight: My grandmother's 78th birthday. Seafood dinner. Bond with FiFi, who now has a thing for barking at my stuffed animals and chewing on my shoes.
Other news: Squeaky Bear no longer squeaks. He is now just Bear. If FiFi keeps smacking him around like she does, he will end up being Lump O' Fleece.
