BronxWench

I have neeever used a protective case, usually because I blow my wad on the phone and can’t afford one. I seriously need to start. Because I’m sick of cracked screens. Though maybe it’s a testament to the durability of phones that they can still function so well with so many cracks? 

Good luck, and as Dorothy said, “There’s no place like home.”

This morning’s update: we might get to take her home this afternoon. They took her off the IV cocktail and started her on the oral rescue med I use at home, and she had a seizure, but the neurologist is still optimistic we might be able to bring her home and continue with the oral meds until we reach the golden benchmark of 24 hours without a seizure. He’s of the same opinion as I am—she’ll do better at home and we can watch her just as well as anyone, as long as she’s not having clusters of seizures requiring sedation.

Fingers crossed she’ll be just fine.

That’s why I always use those Otterbox cases. I don’t care if they make my phone twice as thick, as long as it’s protected from my natural clumsiness.

I go for the cheapest phones possible… no biggie to have it go bad/destroy/etc.  Though funny enough, flip phones generally seem hardy and able to take abuse (I’ve not upgraded to smart).

I’m jealous!  But seriously, I’m glad you had a chance to have a picnic at lakeside—there’s nothing better!

Des, LOL!  One of my Maine Coon mix brothers liked the back yard of my garden apartment. The other wouldn’t go out in winter, but the big guy would run out in snow, rain, whatever. Of course, he got stuck n a tree, went over the fence and yelled loudly for rescue, smacked the neighbor’s miniature pinscher, ate lightning bugs, and invented the game of Earthworm Tug-of-War, which could only be raged during barbeques, because nothing says summer fun like earthworm guts on the deck.
We won’t discuss the Tasmanian Devil runs through the apartment, or the accidental falls in the bathtub, or the arguments with the feral cats that crossed my yard. The little guy was particularly unhappy about other cats in his yard, and could swear like a sailor… or at least I think he was swearing… 

I hope the little corgi gets better soon. Poor pup.

Des, LOL!  One of my Maine Coon mix brothers liked the back yard of my garden apartment. The other wouldn’t go out in winter, but the big guy would run out in snow, rain, whatever. Of course, he got stuck n a tree, went over the fence and yelled loudly for rescue, smacked the neighbor’s miniature pinscher, ate lightning bugs, and invented the game of Earthworm Tug-of-War, which could only be raged during barbeques, because nothing says summer fun like earthworm guts on the deck.
We won’t discuss the Tasmanian Devil runs through the apartment, or the accidental falls in the bathtub, or the arguments with the feral cats that crossed my yard. The little guy was particularly unhappy about other cats in his yard, and could swear like a sailor… or at least I think he was swearing… 

Our furry companions give us nothing but love, and ask for so little in return, really. We’re lucky to have them, even if never for as long as we would like. 

Thank you, Des. She’s my sweet furry baby, and I miss her being under my feet.

The daft bugger has learned that not doing it my way just means twice as much work for him, and crappy dinners for a month.

Congratulations again, and tell ALL the menfolk to behave and put things where you say, not just drop them in the closest open spot!

Des, LOL!  One of my Maine Coon mix brothers liked the back yard of my garden apartment. The other wouldn’t go out in winter, but the big guy would run out in snow, rain, whatever. Of course, he got stuck n a tree, went over the fence and yelled loudly for rescue, smacked the neighbor’s miniature pinscher, ate lightning bugs, and invented the game of Earthworm Tug-of-War, which could only be raged during barbeques, because nothing says summer fun like earthworm guts on the deck.
We won’t discuss the Tasmanian Devil runs through the apartment, or the accidental falls in the bathtub, or the arguments with the feral cats that crossed my yard. The little guy was particularly unhappy about other cats in his yard, and could swear like a sailor… or at least I think he was swearing… 

Des, LOL!  One of my Maine Coon mix brothers liked the back yard of my garden apartment. The other wouldn’t go out in winter, but the big guy would run out in snow, rain, whatever. Of course, he got stuck n a tree, went over the fence and yelled loudly for rescue, smacked the neighbor’s miniature pinscher, ate lightning bugs, and invented the game of Earthworm Tug-of-War, which could only be raged during barbeques, because nothing says summer fun like earthworm guts on the deck.
We won’t discuss the Tasmanian Devil runs through the apartment, or the accidental falls in the bathtub, or the arguments with the feral cats that crossed my yard. The little guy was particularly unhappy about other cats in his yard, and could swear like a sailor… or at least I think he was swearing… 

Our furry companions give us nothing but love, and ask for so little in return, really. We’re lucky to have them, even if never for as long as we would like. 

Thank you, Des. She’s my sweet furry baby, and I miss her being under my feet.

Our furry companions give us nothing but love, and ask for so little in return, really. We’re lucky to have them, even if never for as long as we would like. 

I hope she’s well soon.

I do understand.  The cat that passed liked to be under my feet too, still feels like that happened yesterday even though it’s been over three months going on four.

Hope she gets better, she’s family!

My parents will *still* search for boxes for something based on the room the item was in from a house that was moved out of 25 years ago!  So, yeah, I know how it goes.

But… @BronxWench that’s how a move is supposed to go, and sort it out “later”.  

Sounds great!