Done and done

[mishaday]

Yay! No more doctor!

But I'm suddenly paralyzed by odd Thai cravings, and the wealth of food options. I just snarfed down the pear I brought this morning (Oh, pear! Such bliss you brought me! Such sweetness did touch my tongue and trickle down my throat! How I mourn your short existence!) and it's gone! No more sweet, lovely, organic, Market produce pear.

I want to hunt down small dogs - it'd be easier than deciding what to eat.

And cheap. Small, roving dogs (I wouldn't stoop to nabbing the ones that are on leashes - too easy as prey.) are free!

Oh, but no barbeque at the house yet. And small-dog-sushi? Not my thing.

Comments

[kickair8p.livejournal.com]

Pear-angst. She wrote *pear-angst.* Worse, it was *good*, *well-written* pear-angst! ::growl/grumble/angst!hating-grouch::

[unmisha.livejournal.com]

Hee. :)

It was a good pear - worthy of its treatment. ;) Alas, poor pear. I knew it well, Kicka.