[FONT-courier new]Good morning, Darling Cousins. It's only 6:30 and I have nothing to do until 11:00 when the orthodontist has invited us to his office. I could be asleep. But NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Herbie just had to LET ME KNOW that the CAT (myyyy cat) is sharpening its claws on the carpet. "Maybe it wants to get declawed," he said.
So I had to hawl myself out of bed, find the carpet samples we bought for the cat to play with, move them from where Herbie's maid hid them and now I'm wide awake.
Does this seem like an emergency to y'all? Cat, carpet ... eggs, bacon. And I had to actually SAY TO HERBIE, "No, he doesn't want to be declawed," like maybe I speak cat and he doesn't and I have to rouse myself from the sheets to interpret.
That's it. That's all I have to say. I'm going to exercise now. Got that Bagzie????? EXERCISE. We'll show those thin little Canadians a thing or two!l[/FONT]
The things you cows come up with! A bunco party is a bunch of women talking about their husbands, drinking girly type mixed drinks, eating fattening food and playing a mindless dice game. The only swapping involved had to do with the artichoke dip recipe. 
and she needs help eating and walking etc. because she feels like this 
The only good thing is that it isn't as bad as the last time(s) it happened a few months ago. She is not glued to floor this time, she'll let me take her outside. 
