Well, right after my human promised me 25 minutes of uninterrupted thumb-time yesterday, her hand started freaking out again. Yeah. The hand. A week before we're going to Dallas.
It started with the same finger and a red splotch, just like last time. It's nowhere near as gimpy as last time, but still not great. Since we know it isn't Lupus and all my human ever does these days is stare at HAL4, she thinks maybe it is from stress and too much typing and stuff. So now she's trying to type less and be more relaxed.
I have no idea what's relaxing about giving me & Dutch a bath, but that's pretty much all you've missed since yesterday. My human says they won't let me on the plane if I stink and Dutch says he wants to smell pretty for Bellatrix. You heard me. Pretty.
His words, not mine. I swear.
I know things have been kinda lame around here lately. They've been lame for me too and it kinda sucks, so thanks for hanging in. Especially since next week is going to be ridiculous. My first plane ride. My first out-of-state adventure (not counting Reno). Texas cowpies. Lunch at the Love Shack. It's going to be AWESOME.