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Arrived home about 5 PM last night. Caught up a bit on LJ, but not entirely, and there's probably no way I will.

More later today-doctor's appointment and work this morning.

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The anual doctor-poking of the girlybits took place today. (What a thing to come back from vacation to, right?)

She asked my age, and when I told her 29, she mentioned that she didn't think that she really needed to do gonorrhea or chlamydia screenings anymore.

She also asked if I had any plans to become pregnant, and decided to have a bunch of pre-conception blood work done-a rubella titer, and cystic fibrosis. The CF screening was changed to the "Jewish Panel" when I asked about some other things. So I've had pre-conception testing even though our plans for that are not exactly around the corner.

(I did also have her run a thyroid screen while I was getting blood drawn...I figured since they were already sticking the needle in my arm, why not?)

I wish that at work they would realize that collecting voice mail and computer passwords is dumb. They expect me to give them my passwords. In an e-mail. Yeah, right.

And a boss story...

She's taking the Miller Analogies test on Thursday, and did I know where she could get a book. I ended up at the bookstore for her. I'm not going to ask how she expects to score reasonably well on the test when her comprehension of English is seriously lacking and I wonder if she knows what an analogy is.

My Smearcat is quite ill, and may not be around much longer. Thinking about this makes me cry, but Dad found her, soaking wet and disoriented in the grass this morning. She's been on thyroid medication for a few weeks, and seemed to be doing better, gaining weight and less confused, but who knows. I will be very sad if/when she goes, but she's a ninteen year old cat, and has lived a long and loving life.

And on the sad news note, a cousin, who is not much older than my Mom was diagnosed with early stage Alzheimer's disease. Apparently she couldn't even finish teaching in the spring (she's a professor of social work in Maryland.)

And, my Uncle Jack died as well.

Sad stuff, happy stuff, it's all stuff.

Highlights from my trip...

"Yeah, sex with (so and so) was sort of like 7-11. Everyone's been there, there's lots of variety but none of it's really good, although it might satisfy a particular thing."

"Okay, but sex with (different so and so) was sort of like Taco Bell...really only good at one thing and kinda lays there."

Also..."Smokey the Llama says 'Shit!'"

There was also the time when I offered Cayne back to his Mom so that he could find a nice Canadian girl. She said I should keep him.

And there was the Cialis thing, which really didn't involve either Cayne or myself, but was really funny, and I might tell the story in a less public forum if Cayne says it's okay.