Hogging the (teeny weeny) spotlight

So this is just about me.

Me!

I am convinced (and perhaps somewhat paranoid) that SOMEBODY out there is reading my mind.

Firstly, there is an 80's edition of Trivial Pursuit. As I am an unabashed 80's-phile, this is the perfect game for me to buy and then find out that I'm not the hot-shit Queen of An Era that I think I am. (Kinda like having a degree in English qualifies me for absolutely SUCKING at the literature categories on Jeopardy. Seriously--unless it's one of those high school episodes, I can usually answer the $200 question, and after that I begin to realize that I skimmed all those classics just a bit too lightly. Anyway. . .)

And secondly, T.G.I. Friday's has come out with a new appetizer. Breaded, DEEP FRIED MACARONI AND CHEESE!! I saw the commercial and then once I recovered from my swoon, I called Zach at work to tell him, and thank God there is a T.G.I.Friday's only all the way across town! This here is a question for my father--Dad, how many times did we joke that my perfect food would be a deep-fried cheese-ball? Like, at least a billion times, right?

Is there or is there not an alien mind-probe somewhere spewing out random facts about me? Very soon there's going to be a reality show about dogs and wedding dresses. I'm not sure how the network will marry all that, but yeah--I'd be there, TIVOing every week.

And the change the subject with violent speed--I "vaccinated" a cat last week. That's in quotes, because if everything had gone right, I WOULD have vaccinated a cat against feline distemper, but what really happened was that I pulled up a scruff of skin, stuck the needle THROUGH it, and squirted the vaccine OUT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CAT.

I am completely lame.

I did, however, succeed in taking the temperature of a totally insane Jack Russell. Interestingly, after literally climbing up and down my body and that of my lab partner, Caroline, he stood very, very still when we stuck something up his butt. You know, this Vet Tech thing is making me very happy.

Now, because I have a number of photos of Zoe on my computer that, if each photo were printed and all the prints were laid end to end, the result would circumnavigate the world's largest ball of yarn, I'll add one here :

When she misbehaves, I make Zoe stay out in our goat run, with her father. He's there a lot.