My buddy at work (actually, her college age daughter) gave me two stickers that proclaim “God Doesn’t Care!” in big letters. I’m not sure what I should do with the stickers, but I like having them.
Anyway, Betty is home from the vet after her (its) operation. I told her to get a man while she could! The man who operated on Betty used to be an investor in Gene’s D&D stores. It’s a long story, but as things work out with overdramatic geeky types who probably wore capes to school sometimes, it didn’t work out and now its just ugly. If the surgery hadn’t been free (lumped in with the cost of adopting Betty) I would probably have preferred it to take place at Betty and Scooby’s regular vet.
A funny thing at work: the company’s administrative assistant told me that I should have a baby so I can take part in all the child raising conversations. I told her from her mouth to God’s ears, which is pretty funny since I’m an atheist. Anyway, God doesn’t care.
Scooby’s pawing at me and I have a headache, so that’s all for tonight.