Friday nights are Freaks and Geeks night at our house. We're gonna order vietnamese takeout. I've got the backyard set up to host little garden parties so we've slowly been getting the gang back together and hanging in the backyard. Dan Ball, Chad and his gal. So far we haven't been able to get Kate out. I'm worried we won't see her again until there's a vaccine.
I would love to see Kate again. I would love having a group of Friday night friends to hang out with. Ryan and Karen are about an hour away and my Dallas friend is about 45 minutes away. I would love having friends who lived in the same city as me. Outside of the time I spend hanging out with my mom, I live a pretty solitary existence.
I feel like I’ve posted something similar several times before.
The hot weather is upon us now in DFW. The 10 day forecast predicts that we’re going to be in the upper 90s and may move into triple digits sometime next week.
We got a surprise a couple of days ago: the Montreal SPCA called us asking if we had lost a cat. I'm like "uh, nope, they're all here".
The woman then told me they had a cat with a RFID chip that was registered to our telephone number: a small aged gray female, about 14 to 15 yers old. I asked her "is she polydactyl ?" Yes! I called my wife: "dear, the SPCA found Galipette!"
When my stepdaughter moved away, 8 years ago (I repeat, 8 years ago!), she took her cat with her. As it's often the case after a relocation, the cat ran way. Apparently, she escaped through a window that was accidentally left open. We looked for her, to no avail, and we gave up ever finding her. We hoped she had been rescued and adopted by someone.
Eight years later, a little old lady found her in the street and brought her to the SPCA. No idea where she was all this time. I'm certain she wouldn't have lasted long as a stray. She's in pretty good shape, except that her teeth are ruined, probably the result of a diet rich in canned cat food. We're probably keeping her, unless stepdaughter wants her back.
Apparently, in a speech about job numbers, Trump said the following about George Floyd:
“Hopefully, George is looking down right now and saying this is a great thing happening for our country. It’s a great day for him, a great day for everybody. It’s a great day for everybody. This is a great, great day in terms of equality."
Fun fact: athough there has been a nationwide uptick in the number of emplyed, African Americans and Hispanics actually saw their jobless rate go up again in May.
His defenders are saying he wasn't saying the job numbers would have made George smle from heaven. Rather he would have smiled because the prez mentioned him and said vaguely conciliatory things.
She's not afraid of us, but she's always a bit nervous, which is normal, she's in a new environment. We're not letting her mix with the other cats for the time being, so we're keeping her in my daughter's room. She tends to hide under the bed when we go in, but she soon comes out when we call her.
Nor particularly. I mean, she's obviously confortable being around humans, but I didn't get the impression that she recognized me in the same manner as, say, my oldest cat does.
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I feel like I’ve posted something similar several times before.
I understand that being a cop is a stressful job, but it shouldn’t be all that difficult not to murder people while they’re in police custody.
We decided the vibes weren't right this week, but you can't stop streaming services once the wheels are in motion. So we're just not announcing it.
It's Charlemagne, like the Steely Dan song and the king of the Francs.
The woman then told me they had a cat with a RFID chip that was registered to our telephone number: a small aged gray female, about 14 to 15 yers old. I asked her "is she polydactyl ?" Yes! I called my wife: "dear, the SPCA found Galipette!"
When my stepdaughter moved away, 8 years ago (I repeat, 8 years ago!), she took her cat with her. As it's often the case after a relocation, the cat ran way. Apparently, she escaped through a window that was accidentally left open. We looked for her, to no avail, and we gave up ever finding her. We hoped she had been rescued and adopted by someone.
Eight years later, a little old lady found her in the street and brought her to the SPCA. No idea where she was all this time. I'm certain she wouldn't have lasted long as a stray. She's in pretty good shape, except that her teeth are ruined, probably the result of a diet rich in canned cat food. We're probably keeping her, unless stepdaughter wants her back.
Uh huh...