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2021 isn’t giving us a damn break
Katy came back from the UK on Friday and on Saturday we had to go to the emergency vet because Reenie’s ass literally exploded. She has a burst anal gland abscess and will need surgery to clean it out and remove some necrotic tissue. If it sounds bad, it actually manages to look worse. Poor kitten of doom. Right now, she’s trying to groom bug is wearing the cone of shame so all I hear is her licking rough plastic.
Dance monkey! Dance!!
Shamelessly stealing this from Itchy Feet. I’ve just spent several hours over many days to get all the shit Katy and Ben need to go to the UK. And mostly, this is what’s going to happen.
I fear next year
[recipe] Filhoses de Abóbora – Portuguese pumpkin fritters
425g pumpkin puree
700g flour
1 shot of whiskey
1 packet of active dry yeast
180ml orange juice
100g sugar
grated orange zest of 1 large orange
3 eggs
1 tsp salt
Oil for frying (vegetable or canola)
Warm juice in microwave until it hits 50C.
In a stand mixer, combine the orange juice and mix with the pumpkin in a large bowl. Add the yeast, eggs, whiskey, sugar, salt and orange zest and mix well.
Add the flour and knead until a soft dough forms (add more flour if the dough seems too runny).
Cover with a clean cloth and let it sit in a warm place for at least 2 hours.
Heat oil to 180C in a deep fryer. Spoon out large tablespoon size of dough into the oil and fry until golden brown, turning over as they fry.
Place onto paper towels to absorb excess oil and coat with sugar and cinnamon.
Oscar
Finally made it to Europapark
It was a very early morning, a longish drive to and from, and only involved à modicum of drama and arguments. We still managed to have a good day, overall.
For future reference, if we go again, this is what we did:
| Switzerland | Swiss Bob Run Matterhorn Blitz |
| Austria | Alpenexpress Coastiality Tiroler Log Flume |
| Italy | Ghost Castle Volo Da Vinci |
| Scandinavia | Fjord-Rafting Vindjammer |
| Netherlands | Pirates of Batavia |
| England | London Bus Panorama Train Station Paddington |
Gold medallist in losing shit
With great skill and talent, the boy has managed to lose his wallet, with bus pass and debit/credit card. We are so not amused. We’ve turned the flat upside-down. I’ve scoured his room (and will probably need a tetanus booster). No luck. And, of course, it’s our fault for not having thought to put a GPS tracker on it.
I hate my life.
You can’t have any snacks
it’s friday, I’m tired, don’t judge me.
Made me laugh more than it should have
This is the mangled translation of today’s cafeteria menu item, at work. Hmmmm, grilled vegetarians!