I took this picture yesterday at the vet’s office. After Freckles was brought back into the exam room — they had taken her outside to try to get her to pee — she immediately walked over to the door and sat there and stared at it — she wanted to get out of there. There are days at work when I feel like doing the same thing. Of course, someone would probably open my office door and break my nose — but then I’d have a worker’s comp claim. I’ll have to think about this one.
Last night when I went to bed there was a specific reason why I was going to get up early and for the life of me I can’t remember what it was. I need to write these things down. I’ve learned that with other things too. When I think to myself “I need to get this at the store” if I don’t write it down I will forget it. My friend Mary’s dad Charlie use to carry a little notebook with him and he would write things down as they came to him — he called it his “brain.” I think I need to start carrying my own brain with me too. I once talked about putting a notebook and pen on a string and carrying it around my neck so I could write down where I was parked, what I wanted at the store, or why the heck I came into the living room. I called it “Cope on a Rope.” It was suppose to be a joke, but I think it is now a reality. I just have to be careful that I don’t get caught on something and it becomes “Choke on a Rope.” I can see the headline now — Minneapolis Woman Chokes On Her Brain.” Well at least I’d get my 15 minutes of fame — even if I was dead.