i was so so so bored yesterday.  so bored that i began to read old posts.  apparently i used to write almost every day.  huh.  weiwd.

so today i took archie back to the vet.  this time i got the man vet who is cute and youngish.  "there's a technique to giving a cat a pill and there's an art" said the cute vet.  suddenly the examining room was a gallery and archie and i were part of his exhibit on the art of pilling a cat.  archie was so nervous he shed a couple of pounds just in fur on the examining table.  if he's not better by friday i have to take him back.  he's just got to be better.  i can't afford this.  thank goodness for my new credit card.  and also: woe is me, i've got a credit card.  you guys know what i'm talking about.  as it was i didn't get the blood test or the x-ray.  he had two x-rays on saturday.  and because of the no x-ray they couldn't do a urINE culture because his bladder is too small.  so it was a lot cheaper than it was going to be, but still, i'll be in a bad way for a long time.  mebbe i need a second job for a while.

spinster shouldn't be a bad word.  i'm not putting myself down.  i labeled myself purposely as spinster maybe to take the sting out of the word.  because a woman is  no less a valuable member of society, families, work places, churches etc, whether she's married or not.  also the  spinster burger would be awesome, so that's what i was saying.  you're (i'm) awesome no matter what your (my) marital status.  miss stacey would agree i'm sure.

most of the packing i have left to do is the icky packing.  the stuff that defies category and groupings. rebellious stuff that wants attention.  bah!