Man, it's been a crazy few days. One of Deb's dogs ran away on Wednesday and so we spent the next couple of days printing out posters, driving round and round the streets, and doing foot-searches of parks and river banks.
They finally got her on Friday evening, but as Keith tried to grab her, Mills took off again and got hit by a car. She was taken straight into theatre and she will be ok, but it cost $1,500 for the operation, so that's wiped out any profit from the next couple of litters.
I got a really neat birthday pressie of paint and chocolate :) mmm. But no-one in my family said happy birthday, not even my grandparents, who've never forgotten to write a card before. I guess that's because, after 25, women mysteriously stop having anymore birthdays...
Posted by phreq at October 9, 2005 05:49 PM | TrackBackAw, I missed it too! Sorry. Hope it was extra fantabulous anyway.
Posted by: Giffy at October 10, 2005 10:55 AM*hug* that's ok.
Posted by: phreq at October 11, 2005 07:45 AM