katedvm.bsky.social
Palliative care/hospice veterinarian. Posts are my thoughts alone. We need a sarcasm font. Live from love. (I do not automatically follow back.)
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The rest is silence.
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He must be on a block list I subscribe to. Can’t find him. Oh, well…
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Opening a dishwasher after the cycle, taking out one clean dish, and not putting everything else away should have severe repercussions.
I have re-washed way too many loads.
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It was a great crowd!
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I had one in my yard!
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Mice can be a significant health concern. They can carry leptospirosis and hantavirus, both scary zoonotic diseases. Keep on the landlord about this!!
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Jerk. My current slow pace is a 17 minute mile-sometimes 20. (I call it a shuffle). You go!
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It’s certainly what I pictured. That yesterday’s was very different is…interesting.
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There is a difference between reading for work info and reading for pleasure.
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I gotta hand it to the fella, too!
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The artist had more animals than just frogs, check all the little pocket friends out. I loved them all: shejackalarts.carbonmade.com/sculpture
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Hope
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“We encourage people of color and ethnic groups…” sounds like DEI to me. I thought that was illegal. /s
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You can’t handle a penguin!
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(Irrelevant aside: A partial view of the Samuel Johnson stained glass window at Southwark Cathedral showing the exchange in question:)
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It’s entirely dish or sandwich dependent. Sometimes you need mild, sometimes extra sharp. Sweet dreams are made of cheese.
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I cringe every time I come across that t-verb. So many words and numbers and gestures that have been ruined. It’s dreadful.
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Hubs: Do you know what day it is?
Me: (very proud of myself) Thursday!
Hubs: Yes. And the date?
Me: (pause) October (pause) fift—oh, crap! Happy anniversary!
Hubs: Yep. My godmother just called and reminded me.
True story, many anniversaries ago, when the kids were small and we were tired.
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From one of my favorite authors, Patricia Briggs: Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach!
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Driver’s license renewals. Might be a while, so they’re settled in.
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Authentic Information.
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They already have, Sorrow, they already have.
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I’m sorry to hear that. My dad died from aggressive, metastatic prostate cancer.
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EXPIRATION DATE: UNKNOWN
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Currently on my front porch. (Many congratulations on your cutie!!)
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👏🏼👏🏼
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Ain’t it the truth.
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Why, thank you! (I think)
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Hey I wonder if there were any well-known occasions when the author wrote hate mail to publishers in actual 1930s Nazi Germany
“[If] you are enquiring whether I am of Jewish origin, I can only reply that I regret that I appear to have no ancestors of that gifted people.”
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I think I’ll become lactose intolerant…
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Robins nested on our porch this year.
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Give her $$$$. Then go clean the house.