jean747's Journal

Saturday Nov 7

I spent the day trying to get information on Shirley yesterday.  Her surgery was scheduled for 10:30, but she didn't actually have it until 2:30.  They kept transferring me all over the place every time I would call.  I think I probably talked to someone in every department of the hospital, some more than once.  I never did find out how much they had to do.  Her husband, Bob had a stroke a while back and you can't really undertstand him very well.  I do know that she is ok and that will have to be enough for the moment.

I have been having so much trouble with the animals that I have decided to write them a message.  Now I know they can't read it but I figure it always makes me feel better to write things down here.

1.  Goldie.  I know you don't like to go for a walk when Ryan comes over, but it doesn't do any good to run and hide behind my legs.  It makes me feel like a bully and the walks are for your own good.  You are getting a little.... rotund.

2.  Also Goldie (or Phoebe, I'm not exactly sure) please do not leave "packages" on my bedroom floor.  You know you are supposed to do that outside.  How would you like it if I left something "dumped" on the floor for you to have to pick up, or worse yet, step on?

3.  Will and Jethro.  The two of you are no longer kittens.  At night, when you run willy nilly through my room playing, you sound like a herd of elephants.  Stop it!

4.  Will.  I know your mom was killed when you were still a little bitty thing, but you cannot keep bringing wet kitchen sponges in and putting them on my bed.  It's weird to wake up and find them there.

5.  Will-  (you seem to be a real troublemaker), the keyboard is not a bed.  I know I have only caught you a couple of times, but I know you get up there all the time.  I find you hairs sticking out of the keys.

6.  Toby, we did not buy the couch to use as your own personal scratching post.

Now, it would be nice if you would all pay attention to what I have said here.  Your behaviors are completely unacceptable.  Too bad none of you can type or you could pay me back.

Oh Well.  Sucks to be you.