UNICORN
So Zule just gave me a mindless task in printing invoices, so I'm wasting valuable company time by blogging. First off, this is the voice mail message I just left for our vet.
"Hi, this is J****, I need to bring Mister Kitty in for a grooming and shave. Unfortunately, my three year old covered the poor little guy with vaseline and it won't come out with washing. Please call". I wonder if they'll call back.
The last time I took the cat in to be groomed, he had to be sedated. He weighs 17 lbs. He's a large declawed eunuch of a cat. This is not going to be cheap.
I got the funniest birthday present from my 13 year old neighbor/babysitter. She got me an animatronic unicorn that sings "I believe in magic". My love of unicorns is well known and well mocked. One day, about six months ago, she, my daughter and I were discussing childhood dreams of adulthood. Dbot said "well, when I was in fourth grade I wanted to be a dentist". I said "I wanted to be a unicorn". Since then, both she and my neighbor have mocked me, with just cause. Still, I have to admit being a unicorn is more appealing than being a lawyer.