My life is a little random right now, so here are some things that don't really need a post all to themselves.
1. My daughter has a serious issue with hygeine. As in it's her favorite things to do. Wash her hands? Oh yeah! She'll wash her hands all day if I let her. Brush her teeth? I'm lucky if the 3 times a day is enough to appease her. Bath? Heck Yeah! She'll take a bath anytime, and if you mention any of the above things she will run to the associated area and try to do it. Just say bath and she starts stripping. I don't have to spell candy, or toys, or play, but I have to spell teeth, wash, and bath. 2. She's also on a serious peanut butter kick. As in she says "butter poon". Meaning she wants her peanut butter on a spoon, don't ruin it with bread or crackers. Her lunch the past three days has been 2 tablespoons of peanut butter, yogurt, and tortilla chips. Such a balanced diet.
I wrote this almost a year ago and forgot but I just now found it and since I'm lazy I'll post it instead of writing something new.
Sometime earlier this year I developed a lovely clogged pore that didn't seem to want to go away, and then it got a friend right beside it and another and then together they dug a pool. So after enough waiting for them to move out of the neighborhood on their own I went to the dermatologist for a zit removal but was surprised with a biopsy and got an undeniably clear result of inconclusive squamous cells. So it was reccommended that I have it removed.
In preparation for having my face cut off, I asked Chris to try to be there in case a crazy criminal breaks in and tries to switch their face with mine. Granted I wasn't under anesthesia and the only thing numbed was about an inch of my lower jaw, but I prefer to be safe, plus since I knew the Dr. wasn't going to give me anything to relax while I have my my face cut off I thought I mig…
1. We moved. This is a whole post on it's own, but I'm not in a good enough place yet to blog it. We are settling in and will be happy here, it's just gonna take a minute. Or three.
2. Marshmallow is a boy. I discovered his "accessories" about a week ago and promptly started calling vets to have them removed. I'm not interested in dealing with little boy bunnies marking my couch as their territory. How immasculating is it that I refer to my rabbit's testicles as accessories? Anyway, we started calling him a him and were being corrected by Madelyn. Chris asked if we were going to tell her and I asked if he wanted to be the one to show her why he isn't a girl. Therefore, despite having accessories, Marshmallow is a girl.
3. I called the vet to confirm Marshmallow's pre-surgery appointment and had the following conversation while distracted trying to put away laundry: Vet Tech: Unintelligible, May I help you? Me: Yes, I need to confirm an a…