Happy slappies are really good for getting a licky dog to back off.
Woke up with phone calls and internet-searching about dog-related emergencies. The dog of a friend of Guide Dog Aunt ate a bar of soap. There was much rejoicing when the emergency came to an end.
Dogs seem to be as self-destructive as toddlers, but with no end in sight.
Guide Dog Aunt seems like she'd really enjoy note_to_dog. However, if she appeared on LJ, the universe would end or something. Priorities, priorities.
The downstairs bathroom toilet is evidently much with the touchy. Guide Dog Aunt is re-thinking her priorities on explaining it to guests. If a nicely-calligraphed framed sign on the care and feeding of the toilet appears,
Save the drama for your llama. Now with more drama drama fanon drama / AU angsting cosplay drama / drama drama tinhat drama / drama drama wank. (I need an icon with "now my song is getting thin / I think my ship just sank / time for me to surf the net" on it. Or something.)
Bad cat names, and the Black Tent. Hooray Dragonlance.
Via sraun, a silly bit by some other Listees: Imagine what would happen if the secular celebration of Christmas (trees and Santas, etc.) were a Jewish holiday?
Yesterday's revelry: not much, really. Finished reading A Wind from the South, which is very much a book for Dagger's collection, given that it's about, um, spoiler. I felt it read a little slowly, but that could well just be the combination of .pdf on laptop (I prefer reading HTML), the kind of day it was, and how very ill I still am.
Oh, and then Guide Dog Aunt brought home a bunch of movies, and we wound up watching Mad Hot Ballroom, which was a lot of fun.
Instead of me braving BART, pyrogenic will be picking me up, as he had to be driving this way anyway. I think this is probably for the best, as while ordinarily I would happily walk all the hell over, this while I'm sick is a recipe for disaster.
I think probably the best plan for dinner negotiations is for me to call Az-the-Elder and then turn the phone over to 'Shua, so the locals can scheme without me having to croak too much. (Which reminds me, I should make a phone post at some point to establish exactly how dreadful I sound right now.)