This was a book written by Patricia Cornwell. It was one in her “Kay Scarpetta” series of books. Kay is a chief medical examiner (a “Quincy”, if you will). With all of the CSI nonsense going on these days, I can see why this is a popular series. The book was ok–nothing exciting. It probably would’ve taken me a lot longer to read than it did, but I got the new Stephen King novel, Cell, right after I started reading Trace. So, I blazed through it as fast as I could so I could start on the new King (which will happen tonight).
cat bastard
It’s kind of like a rat bastard, only worse. I made an appointment for Marley at The Dog House–the pet grooming business that we’ve been frequenting for the past 10 years. He has a bunch of matted hair on his back that I’m sick of looking at. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have worried about it.
Getting Marley in his crate was interesting enough. He proceeded to growl, hiss, and spit venom until we arrived at The Dog House. The woman there was like, “Is he always like this?” As far as I know, he is. Given this, she didn’t want to take a chance on getting bitten or having the cat injure himself while being groomed. She suggested having the vet slightly sedate him if we decide to try this again. She didn’t think he’d take well to having me stuff a tranquilizer down his throat, hence the vet suggestion. She said that she grooms about 100 cats a year and maybe a half dozen of them need to be sedated before being groomed, so it looks like we’re one of the “lucky” few cat owners out there.
happy birthday, brian
Today, Brian turned 35. What this means for me is that I don’t have to be the “older” woman for the next four months. As for him, he’s just getting old.
For his birthday dinner, Brian selected a toasted Italian sub. It was quite delicious. I guess that’s the curse of cooking all of the time–when you ask him what he wants to eat, he wants a sandwich. Oh well, less work for me.
We don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day anymore, so at least we didn’t have to deal with that. We both came to the conclusion that V-Day is more suited for people who are dating (plus, I think we were both running out of gift ideas), so we gave that one up a year or two ago. That, and Halloween. We both really like Halloween, but just how many pumpkins and skulls can you buy someone?
Anyway, we had our sandwiches for supper and then Brian opened his gifts. He’ll be off to a meeting in a little while, so I won’t be able to torture him with the dog show on TV this evening.
what breed are you?
I am a Golden Retriever:
“You’re the most laidback, loyal friend anyone could ask for. Easygoing and reliable, we’re as likely to find you outdoors with a Frisbee as spending a lazy Sunday on the couch. You’re brainy and sporty, and your expressive eyes convey your sensitivity to other people’s feelings. Just don’t let anyone take advantage of your kindness and you’ll be top dog.”
Can you believe that crap?
One more day until the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show!
brian’s birthday, part 1
Today, we went to my parent’s to celebrate my mom’s version of Brian’s birthday. It was just the three of us and my parents because my brother had to work today and my grandmother didn’t want to go out in the snow. Still, we had a nice time.
Another bonus for today was the fact that I got to pass the torch on a refinishing project I was doing for my parents. All the hard work is done, so I gave them instructions on how to complete the project. I volunteered to refinish a mission-style quartersawn oak desk that they acquired. It came out pretty nice.