Cat, more blog additions, strollers, more “what the hell?”

Well I called the vet.  The bill stands at $466 currently.  I said f it, keep the cat till Friday so we can make it an even 5 bills.  I love dropping that kind of cash maintaining the health of an animal that generally annoys the shit out of me.

This morning I was running late for work.  As I jammed all my stuff into the truck I noticed there was a slug/snail without it’s shell right in front of the truck, moving very slowly along.  I knew if I pulled out I would probably run it over.  So I try to get the thing out of the way.  Well as soon as I touched it it must have released extra amounts of the slimy shit that it trails behind.  I couldn’t get the thing off the concrete.  So I start pushing it with my finger.  Finally I get it rolled onto it’s back and pick it up and put it in the grass.  My fingers felt incredibly sticky.   It was like I just dipped them in a jar of rubber cement.  So I had to walk back up to the house, turn on the hose and try to blast the gunk off.  Even after drying my hands on a rag in the garage I still had some of the residue on my fingers….  Sometimes it doesn’t pay to value the life of a snail.

I have added even more “stuff” to the blog.  To your left you will notice a poll widget where I can get a sampling of blog readers feelings on various subjects, both serious and not so serious.  I added a little local satellite image of southern Florida as well as another box on the left side that will tell you the current gas price range for the state.

My gym used to offer a daycare/babysitting deal where people could put their kids while their parents worked out.  It dropped the service a long time ago due to lack of use or lack of willingness to pay someone to do it. (I suspect the latter)  Well today a woman came in with her baby in a stroller.  Since there is no babysitting at the gym she simply pushed the stroller around with her to the various pieces of equipment.  I guess it is no big deal but it is yet another gym first for me.  Now if the kid was screaming bloody murder that would have put an entirely different spin on things.

I had all of the old fencing material from Nicki’s dog run piled by the road.  Ali called up the trash service and told them about it, as we are supposed to.  Normally they will send out a big truck to collect non-standard items like that.  Well when Ali called she got some bitchy woman on the phone.  She told her that the posts could be no longer than 4 foot long each and the fencing has to be “bundled”.  Ali told her the posts were all at least 6 feet long (some 8 feet) and the wire was too much of a mess to be bundled.  The woman didn’t care and advised her to cut the posts down.  When Ali asked if the woman could just send out the big truck to collect it she was told “No”.  What the hell?  Ali hung up instead of arguing with the woman further.  I probably would have argued with her longer although I doubt it would have accomplished much. Well anyway, Ali tells me that they came and took all the fence junk today anyway.  What the hell?   🙂