I forgot to link to my last Pith thing, which is about this awesome conversation I had this weekend at the International Country Music Conference.
And here’s my second to the last thing. It’s me sticking up for Robin Smith.
Shoot, for a day off, we’ve been busy. We took the dog to the vet. Left the dog at the vet. Went to Home Depot. Went to Kroger. Put up poles for my beans to climb because my corn didn’t come up. Staked tomatoes. Deadheaded flowers. And watched the Butcher pull a tick off the orange cat’s lower eyelid.
Seriously. That’s a damn brave man there.
If you knew about this band–and I’m looking at you, Murfreesboro–and you didn’t tell me, I’m not talking to you, ever again.
Okay, maybe not not ever again, but I will give you dirty looks.
I’d like to declare “Wild One” Mrs. Wigglebottom’s theme song.
We had to leave her at the vet so that they could fix her ear. She has a subdermal hemotoma, which I think means that House will have to come in and kill her three times only to figure out at the last second that she has a tick on her she got from misbehaving outside and thus he will revive her and save her and it will be wonderful.
Or that’s already been an episode of House and they will just do some minor surgery on her ear and we will go get her this afternoon.
They did say, however, that she was very friendly and a good dog. So, that made me feel a little better.
I dreamed I was taking Mrs. Wigglebottom to the vet. I then got up to take Mrs. Wigglebottom to the vet. While she’s getting her yearly stuff, she’s getting her ear checked out. I’m hoping there will be no need for gruesome details, but you know, if there are gruesome details to be shared, I will share them here.