Mysterious Ways

Federal Marshals Shot in Downtown Vegas

This shit went down right about the time I would have been getting to work. But I stayed home because of the dog. Most of the roads around where I work are closed off. I guess they're looking for/worried about another gunman.

Universe, if you wanted me to stay home today, you could have just given me a case of the 'fuck-its'.

We've got an appointment at the specialist hospital at 12:30pm - they've got endoscopic equipment. I'm just worried, with the amount of time that's passed (about 24 hrs) since she ate the pin that it's going to have moved into her small intestines & it's going to require invasive surgery. It's all wait-and-see right now.

All Sewn Up!

Chelsie did not, in fact, eat a safety pin. She ate a fucking embroidery or sewing needle, complete w/thread in the eye.

Somehow, she managed to pass it from her stomach to her colon between yesterday & today, the vet gave her an enema, we walked her around for awhile & nature took its course.

Thank you all for the good wishes - it worked :)

Oh, yeah, as we were leaving Rob's mom house (she gave us a donation towards vet care expenses), driving up the road towards the highway, there were two ravens, one on each street sign at an intersection we passed. The first one gave us a good, long caw.

I like the desert.