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wrestlemania 2001
Jun. 24th, 2001 12:09 amIn one corner, the mother-daughter team of Peg and Jess, stepping in with a combined height of approximately eleven feet; in the other corner, Molly the cat, weighing in at seven and a half pounds. The bone of contention? One millileter of antibiotic: Peg and Jess want it in Molly's stomach, Molly wants it elsewhere -- and she doesn't care if that elsewhere happens to be all over either of her human competitors.
Tonight's match was a draw, with half of the icky white liquid going down Molly's throat while the other half was spit up onto my arm and shirt. She's getting really good at fighting the stuff off by somehow spitting it back up so that it foams up around her mouth, making her look not unlike a rabid animal. The poor kitty. We've still got a week left of this crap and my right hand's all clawed up already. I think we're going to have to enlist another family member to help us from now on -- two adults versus one kitty just isn't fair. :)
And on a completely unrelated note: I was just listening to Nina Gordon's "Tonight and the Rest of My Life" and was reminded of a typical Jess moment I experienced last winter. I was sitting here, minding my own business, bumming around online, when I thought of that song and decided to sing it. After all, I had the house to myself -- brother's at school, parents at work, etc. So I start BELTING it out. Nina Gordon is one of those artists, like Sarah McLachlan, who makes me think that, when I sing along with them, I sound Really Damn Good when I actually sound like some animal in extreme pain -- like a hyena in a woodchipper or something. Anyway, after I finish my performance and checking my e-mail, I step into the hallway and discover -- lo and behold! -- Pat, my brother's best friend, who I'd forgotten that had spent the night. He was in my brother's room, two rooms away, subject to my entire performance. He was much nicer about it than my little brother would have been, and never said anything about it. Anyway, it was quite embarrassing, and the song reminded me of it. I thought I'd type the experience up here and preserve it for posterity.
Tonight's match was a draw, with half of the icky white liquid going down Molly's throat while the other half was spit up onto my arm and shirt. She's getting really good at fighting the stuff off by somehow spitting it back up so that it foams up around her mouth, making her look not unlike a rabid animal. The poor kitty. We've still got a week left of this crap and my right hand's all clawed up already. I think we're going to have to enlist another family member to help us from now on -- two adults versus one kitty just isn't fair. :)
And on a completely unrelated note: I was just listening to Nina Gordon's "Tonight and the Rest of My Life" and was reminded of a typical Jess moment I experienced last winter. I was sitting here, minding my own business, bumming around online, when I thought of that song and decided to sing it. After all, I had the house to myself -- brother's at school, parents at work, etc. So I start BELTING it out. Nina Gordon is one of those artists, like Sarah McLachlan, who makes me think that, when I sing along with them, I sound Really Damn Good when I actually sound like some animal in extreme pain -- like a hyena in a woodchipper or something. Anyway, after I finish my performance and checking my e-mail, I step into the hallway and discover -- lo and behold! -- Pat, my brother's best friend, who I'd forgotten that had spent the night. He was in my brother's room, two rooms away, subject to my entire performance. He was much nicer about it than my little brother would have been, and never said anything about it. Anyway, it was quite embarrassing, and the song reminded me of it. I thought I'd type the experience up here and preserve it for posterity.
