Lunch at the Mothership

The Butcher and I went to lunch at the Mothership and I have to tell y’all the cutest thing.  As we walked in,  Sarcastro was liveblogging from the Mothership for Nashville is Talking, so he’s sitting on one side of the table in his cute little bowling shirt and his lap top all set up typing away.  And right across from him, also just seemingly typing away at her laptop, is Knuck’s daughter!


They were each intently studying their screens, and it looked so darling, like they were playing the most intense game of Battleship ever.


So, when I walked in, I was, of course, all “God, Sarcastro, I knew you liked them small and blonde, but…”


And he’s all, “Oh very nice.  I’m sure her dad will love to hear you say that.”


Oh, but I didn’t tell you the best part.  So, in the chair next to Sarcastro, he had all the stuff he needed to make it through the shift, including his bottle of bourbon.  And in the chair next to Lil’ Knuck, she had all the stuff she needed to make it through the shift–a purple unicorn, a pink unicorn, and a brown horse.


I’m tell you folks, you have not lived until you’ve seen that grouchy man sitting at a table surrounded by cute stuffed animals.  It’s really too bad he was the only one with a camera, because I would have loved to have a picture of Mr. Hardass sitting across the table from this tiny little girl and her herd of stuffed horses.


Anyway, you can read all about how things went over at Nashville is talking.  It was really cool to see everyone–Kat, her husband, John H (who did have the coolest shirt on), Mark Rogers, Chris, Amanda (who still does not have a blog, even though she totally should) and Knuck’s lady, who is just so cool and sweet.  I wanted to have more of a chance to talk to her, but I got distracted just being loud and obnoxious.


And the weirdest thing?  My neighbor, the one who’s constantly giving me hobo updates, he and his wife came in, too.


So, good times.

Poor Mrs. Wigglebottom

Y’all I was so excited to tell you about our trip to the park, which was an adventure of awesome funness and awesomenanity, in which we saw this small electric blue bird and I wanted to ask y’all if you knew what it was.  And then I was going to tell you about how muddy Mrs. Wigglebottom got playing in the puddle and how she had a bath and got Frontlined*, but I am distressed!


Mrs. Wigglebottom is walking with a “noticeable” limp.  And I say “noticeable” in quotes because if she catches you looking at her, she immediately tries to pretend like she’s not limping, though that seems to involve her sitting down  or laying down or doing something cutely distracting.  But when she thinks I’m not looking, she’s limping pretty bad.  I can’t tell if it’s her hip that’s bugging her or her back left foot.


I’ve looked at the foot pretty carefully and poked around between her toes and the pad to see if she’s cut or scraped or anything.  I don’t see anything and I’ve prodded at things just to see if she’ll yelp or growl or something else that says “Yikes, that hurt,” but nothing.


So, I’m concerned.


I guess my plan is to observe it for a while and see if it seems to be getting worse.  She doesn’t seem unhappy or unlike herself.


I hope she’s not getting hip problems.  That would really suck.  But you know, she seems to have a knot over her left hip.  I’m going to sit down with her and see if I can’t massage it out and see if that helps.  Also, she’s licking at the hip.  So, that’s my diagnosis.  I think her hip is bugging her, not her foot.


On the upside, if we do have to go to the vet, Mrs. Wigglebottom is clean, deflead, and full of heartworm medicine, so we won’t look otherwise negligent.


 


 


*Which reminds me, the cats need to also have their Frontline applied.  I will buy a bottle of the nicest Scotch I can afford to whomever can put that on those cats and a.) get all of each application on each cat and b.) live to tell.