Watch me pull this out of my pants...

First an foremost, an Ali update. Her entire right hindquarter and leg are shaved. She has a 3" long incision, which is then pulled together and stapled with about 10 thick staples. She's leaving it alone thus far. She also has a spot shaved on her back and the pain patch there. And of course her front legs have some shaving for IV fluids and pain drip insertions. Her mouth looks normal from the outside at least from the teeth being pulled. And wow, her teeth look so much better.

I'm so proud of my strong little 11 year old kitty. She's bouncing back well, although she's a bit pissed about being kept isolated in the front bedroom. We brought her into the living room last night where we all hung out and watched TAR (yay Nick & Starr! *sticks tongue out at Boo*). 28 more days and she should be completely normal again and won't require our constant vigilance.

I'm taking off tomorrow to hang with Ali and brace for the snowstorm. I will probabably have to hop on the John Deere and plow the driveway. Yuck. Wednesday I have off to help Chris's work partner paint her living room (yuck-I don't have time for this).

Oh, right, the magician. He was really a magician, though a magician who was hoping to get laid. He was very good at what he does (magic, not getting laid). He did have tricks where he pulled "your card!, etc." out of his pants. However, he ended up drinking so much tequilla that nobody thought it was a good idea for him to drive. He continued to hit on half the women (only one probably would've had sex with him, but he didn't want her), but ended up being put to bed downstairs away from the ladies.

The slumber party itself was ok. Good food, good wine, too much disco dancing. I was the youngest there by 10 years (my sister and one other lady both being the next youngest). These ladies looked damn good though. Some said it was the Botox. Most of them were workout freaks and only worked part-time because their husbands had big fancy jobs.