I’m getting on a jet plane…

I would have a post for today, but I’m trying to make decisions about wardrobe, Do I own a black dress? Do I have time to go buy one? Is it possible to buy a dark, winter weight dress in February? Should I go with a skirt or pants? Is this too much black? Is gray not black enough? Is violet too violet? How about prints? and getting the paper cut off and doing laundry and cleaning the house and all the other things you do before you can leave town.

I spent the day on the phone trying to find temporary housing for the little animals – Oddly when you call a pet storage place and ask to “store” your pet with them? They hang up. Semantics. They are going to put them in boxes, stack them up and treat them like crates of mouthwash bound for the missions and they have the nerve to get pissy about my verbiage? If you essentially warehouse pets you shouldn’t be snotty about being asked about your storage capacity.

Anyway. The Kitty is staying at my vets, much to both their horrors and Dogger is going to stay with yet another vet. And of course neither of these places are close to my house or each other. My preference for Dogger would have been the Pet Hotel because it so nice, but Brittany at Petsmart was a fascist about the timing of Doggers bordetella shot so I had to look elsewhere – A more expensive “elsewhere”, I should send Petsmart the damn bill.

All this running around was triggered by my grandmother’s death Tuesday night. I’m going to her funeral in Pennsylvania this weekend. See you Monday!