My friend Tyra's husband Steve is back in the ER tonight. Brain tumors are no fun at all, but somehow he manages to keep the medical staff laughing anyway. Please pray for this whole family.
And The Boy is SO going back to the vet tomorrow morning. I'd already scheduled the appointment, then just as I was getting ready to leave work this evening The Alpha called to report some very interesting and fragrant contents that had made their way back out the front end of The Boy. ("This hassenpfeffer is raw.") So now in addition to excessive thirst and resultant output, I get to tell them that he needs to be tested for bunny-borne diseases.
So now, apropos of nothing, I leave you with something special one of my friends sent to me today: The WTF Blanket.