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And she gave me what she called "the best news in the whole world". Or at least my world. Sophie's growth was a melanocytoma, a benign tumor of the pigment cells. It's just in the skin and as long as the excision was complete and they got it all, they don't expect it to come back. And the surgeon was 100% certain she got it all. Right now the little princess is curled up on a pillow with her face stuffed into her tail. The tail she gets to keep.

A ginormous thank you to everyone who sent good thoughts! I really, really appreciate it!

Can I just say that I have a hard enough time thinking up fic titles. Subject lines aren't any easier.

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My cat Tucker and his woobie. When you see him dragging that blue piece of flannel through the house, you can't help but smile.



I baked four loaves of zucchini bread to take into work tomorrow. My house smells yummy!

First of all, snow! OMFG! Snow! Everyone run immediately to the grocery store and the gas station because lord knows we can't exist without a great big glass of milk, a loaf of bread and two tons of toilet paper in case the bread and milk give us the runs during the sprinkles of snow.

I'm supposed to be in Vegas today. And yesterday. And the day before. But I'm not. Why? Because work has been running my life. I've worked every single day since the first week of October. Initially everything was to have been turned in last Friday but as usually happens with dealing with a bunch of clueless corporate fucktards, the deadline has been extended a week. So we can answer a half dozen other data calls that we'll have to do at least two more times. I love my job.

On the plus side I got invited by Group finance to the Caps game last Saturday and got to sit in the executive suite. Sweet! All the food and drink you want and if the suite doesn't have what you want, pick up a phone and call them to bring it. But seriously, as nice as it was, I like the regular company seats down with the real hockey fans.

Another plus side, a couple of days before the Saturday game, I went to a Thursday night game. Game was fan-freaking-tastic (we won with 11 seconds left) but before the game we went to Zaytinya, a Greek/Mediterranean tapas restaurant. Awesome! I have a couple of co-worker friends who live in DC and know all the great restaurants. We're hitting Wolfgang Puck's The Source the week before Christmas for a "we survived the last two and a half months" dinner. It'll be cool to see DC decked out for the holidays.

In spite of all the work shit, I have managed to do a lot of writing. And that leads me to a question: how much smut is too much smut for fanfiction.net? I have one fic posted that's a little graphic. This fic will be a lot graphic. Does it really matter?

Oh, and to top it all off, I used Clinique Dramatically Different Moisturizing lotion and had an allergic reaction. Can you say Contact Dermatitis? I'm fairly sure I've scratched my face off a couple of times and the skin around my eyes is so puffy and red, I look like I've been on a five day alcohol binge. Don't ever use Clinique. Nasty, nasty stuff.

On a happy note, ( kitties! )

Tucker has another nickname: Poo Poo Kitty. It was the nickname of my first long-haired kitten, Basil, and after this morning, it's Tuck's too.

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Apparently my inability to name pets has carried over to fics. I've got this Brass/Sofia fic just about ready to post but for the life of me I cannot think of a name for it. FWIW, I have always been title-challenged. I think not having a title has been one of the many reasons why I haven't been all that enthusiastic about this fic. Normally, I'd be excited about getting something posted.

So far I've narrowed the name search down to Taddeo and Simon. I picked him up from the rescue ladies at Neuter Now around noon and he was very good on the way home but definitely very chatty. He's also a purr machine--when he's not hissing and growling at Harry. I have new little guy isolated in the downstairs bathroom right now. I did that when I brought both Harry and Sophie into the house and it worked really well in getting them acclimated to their new home but mostly each other.

I managed to get a couple of really good shots of him. I know I'm biased but he's such a handsome guy. Oh, and I was a little off about his coloring. He's light brown and black. Note the ears and the perfect tabby "M".

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American Idol, songs from commercials, Vegas, and other stuff.

( randomness )

Pinched this from wiccagirl24

Your Dominant Intelligence is Intrapersonal Intelligence

Reflective and thoughtful, you enjoy spending time alone. You are good at analyzing yourself - and knowing your true feelings. Totally self aware, you are in tune with your dreams and desires. A spiritual and philopsophical person, your inner calmness inspires and helps others. You would make a great philosopher, researcher, or theorist.

Don't know about being a great philosopher but the rest is pretty much me.

Trying to get a beach trip together for six people is something akin to herding cats. No joke. I have a co-worker friend who organized a cruise for 36 of her relatives. How the hell did she do it? We're four weeks away and still don't have hotel rooms.

My older cat, Emma, snores. Loudly. I woke up around 5am to this weird-ass sound and realized it was her. She was asleep under the bed--and under my head.

I wish I could write. I'm getting frustrated because I can't seem to get started again. In my other fandom I have these writing dues every quarter. I have to come up with something by Thursday. No pressure...