i get this feeling every year around thanksgiving and christmas. i begin to think of all the traveling i’m about to do. it’s a bit daunting. either tuesday night or wednesday morning, brett and i will be driving to mooresville. i may or may not drive to winston…
today feels like the longest day of my life. i have not stopped working since i got up this morning. i think brett could feel how crappy it was because when i got home, he had bought me a purple joose and put it in the fridge for me. amazing.…
between my face breaking out, my eating habits going to shit, and my level of exhaustion (partially my fault for overworking myself in order to keep myself from worrying even more), this whole tumor thing has officially kicked my ass. and is going to continue to kick it. loki is…
i haven’t heard back from the doctor about her biopsy, so i don’t have much news to share other than loki is doing better every day. she has been playing with her toys today and got excited about steak, so she can’t be in too much pain…
i went and picked up loki yesterday on my lunch break, and was hugely surprised by the super huge size of the incision. i know the doctors wanted to stay on the safe side and make sure they removed the whole tumor, and that’s all i could really ask…
brett does. he seriously farted on my dog today. i don’t even care that i’m writing it on the internet for all the world to see because, well, he deserves it. poor, poor loki. and also because that’s just something that you don’t get to put…