-my aunt called to tell me that her husband's car was stolen. i asked if they keys were in the car, and she said "yes, but not in the ignition." when reporting the 'stolen' car to the police, she didn't know the license plate number, and they couldn't remember what color the car was. she texted me to tell me to "cancel the alert! the car was found!" twenty minutes later, and i called to ask who had stolen the car, and she replied with "no one". the car was parked two houses away where stephen had left it. she told me not to tell anyone about this because they're so embarassed so naturally i am blogging about it.
-actual text conversation between popop and i today about getting frank sinatra's cancerous growth removed.
popop: made the appointment for frank. september 29th at 8am. i pick him up at noon. then what do i do? i am not a cat nurse. i'll panic.
rosie: you just make sure he keeps quiet. don't let him run up and down the stairs and do laps around the third floor. just let him nap on your lap while you read the paper. they will send you home with discharge instructions like the many times you have brought me home form the hospital.
popop: yeah, sure, that's easy for you to say. you are a vets helper.
rosie: you can text me all day and ask me what to do.
popop: a cat can't tell you what's wrong. how long is the rehabilitation? i have things to do, places to go, people to see, mountains to climb and all sorts of other things to do like picking up sticks and that kind of stuff.
my family is a full out circus, minus the tents and elephants standing on one foot.
other life updates:
-got a nova student ID today. creepiest photo to date. they didn't even capture my feathers in my hair.
-followed these two trucks home after stopping at bekah's after class to do some event organizing:
my life is such a zoo.
Poppop's texts are the best, I should text him more often =P
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