Advice based on our experiences from the past week, largely from The Wife’s suggestions: Tips for dealing with the flu. Chicken soup works. The Crappy household endorses the double noodle variety. Drugs don’t. Yeah, you can take Advil to keep the fever down, but there isn’t a whole lot you can do once you’ve got… Read More hack. wheeze. cough.
Hoo. I’m still alive — kind of — and in the final throes of whatever bug had me racking up frequent flier miles in our bathroom. After two horrible days and one decent one, I was ready to get out of the house on Saturday. The Wife accom0dated, as we: Had a late breakfast at… Read More alive.
Staying home today. Yuck.
When Randy Moss turns out to be the classy guy on your team, you know there’s a problem. Belichick? Brady? And the rest of the Patriots who left the field before the Super Bowl was over? Classless. Every last one of them.
Three hundred and sixty four days ago — almost to the hour — I posted this. It still applies.
So we got a kind of surprising thing from our vet’s office in the mail yesterday. It’s a brochure, touting their Senior at Seven Wellness Exam program. Apparently, when your cat turns 7, he’s considered a “senior cat,” and therefore deserving of some special attention. And extra visits to the vet’s office. At $100 a… Read More indignant.
Uncle Crappy 