September 25, 2011
September Photo Blog: Part II of II
I was quite the busy, little bee over Labor Day weekend. What with the extra day off work and all, it was an opportune time to redress the Barbies, who were still lolling around in what I'd put them in nine months prior. Heavens to Betsy! That just wouldn't do!
So I changed them into outfits reflective of the colors of fall leaves.
Too much time on my hands? You betcha!
So guess where this photo was taken.
This is my back porch. No, not in Alabama or the Appalachians -- it's an affluent suburb of Chicago. Not that you'd know that from looking at this photo. Yes, that is a generator behind the chair. Also, a green pail, two aluminum tubs, and a garbage can. I think there may be a shop-vac hiding there, as well.
I'm thinking of moving our fridge out here sometime soon. And maybe bringing up the futon from the basement, for when friends come over and want to whittle.
Did you notice the weird vegetative shells on the ground? Yeah, those are corn husks. People were shucking corn on my porch. Not I. Perish the thought! I don't shuck. Ever. And no, Heather, I did not make an Amish corn husk doll with the husks.
Did you ever see a fashion, and it just gets stuck in your head, and even though you know it's probably not a good idea, you just can't resist trying it?
[And men, let me just take a moment here to say that you are not immune to bad fashion ideas. I speak mainly of MAN-PRIs, i.e. capris for men. Always a bad idea, I don't care how young, hip and Californian you are.]
Anyhoo, here's me succumbing to skinny jeans and boots.
True, they are not the knee-high, black, leather pirate boots that you and I were both envisioning. But considering the amount of money I've spent on shoes lately, I figured I should keep my initial boot purchase under $100. Just until I'm ready to upgrade, mind you.
And now for the pièce de résistance.
There's some serious ick-factor coming up here, folks. Avert your eyes if you're squeamish!
This is Daisy's impression of a three-toed sloth.
Yes, Daisy had a toe removed. Ewwwwwwww! I know!
She somehow managed to get some whack-a-doo infection in her nail bed, and the nail fell off, and the infection wasn't responding to any of the high-end, designer antibiotics we were pumping into her. Lest we keep throwing good money after bad, we thought -- enh, just lop the thing off.
I'm kidding, of course. We did put a little more thought into it than that. The vet recommended taking it off before the infection got into the bone or the rest of her foot. And since our new lady vet is amazing, and I just can't say enough good things about her and her staff, we followed her advice. And now Daisy has but three toes on her hind right leg.
Oh, stop your fretting. She's fine. Three days after surgery, she was running around in the yard like nothing had happened, much to my dismay. Damn dog wouldn't keep her bandage on. I almost resorted to duct tape. Frankly, I'm surprised it healed at all.
But she's all fine now. Don't go feeling all sorry for her and let her pathetic eyes trick you into giving her another treat. She's got the I.Q. of a kumquat and doesn't even know there used to be a toe there.
So, freaks, what's on your camera?
Comments
Reminds me of when Prince Nibbler, our puppy, was neutered just before Xmas 2009. When we picked him up, the vet (Dr. Hottie, DVM) said Nibbler may be tired from the operation and want to sleep the evening away.
Nope, not our little bundle of energy. He was running around the house, chasing the cats as usual as if nothing had happened or been removed.
Dogs, you just can't wear them down, no matter what. If only I could bottle and sell that energy...
-L.
Posted by: lori at September 26, 2011 12:22 PM
You can borrow any of my boots any time to wear with your new skinny jeans!
Posted by: Billi at September 29, 2011 01:45 PM