uncle roger says fuyoh

i have become slightly obsessed with youtube's favorite asian uncle, uncle roger. mostly because he calls jamie oliver "jamie olive oil" and mocks jamie's fried rice. that always has seemed sus to me, that chili jam on fried rice that JO uses. 

anyway. 

we did much online shopping the last few days and quite a bit of it delivered yesterday. o.O in california, our two day delivery was usually closer to four day, but there you go. weirdness? we have it. 

yesterday it was 25 degrees and there was snow. not a lot, but enough for me to repeatedly say LOOKIT, SNOW! and point outside. i went outside a few times (with layers, no jacket! i'm taking a stand and am willing to die — or freeze — on this mountain.) and it was not bad at all! 

i know i'm going to eventually need a coat, but listen...i'm going to make it through this winter so i can get a fancy warm one like the sherpas wear when climbing everest. until then? i'll figure it out. =D

on the christmas miracle front, old man onslow was scampering and chased a ball a few times over the weekend! i am so very thankful he is up to staying with us a bit more and can tell he's pleased about it, too. mister took a video of onslow having the fun and is sending it to the vet  — she's super awesome and has reached out via text to see how he's doing. 

ketamine and rimadyl have really worked for him. :) 

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well that hurt

slippery socks, squirming cat in one arm, lack of attention paying resulted in me doing a little tumble on the 3rd to the last stair this morning. on my right side, my hip, butt cheek, shoulder, ribs,  and knee got hit and/or twisted — on the left, my index finger got SOMETHINGED on the handrail and my big toe feels weird. nothing is broken, but i'm a ball of bruised and battered. 

the cat's ok though. 

i sat for a minute and almost started crying, not really because it hurt (it did), but more from a combination of indignity and that THING that little kids do when the fall and it's not that bad, but they gotta cry anyway. so mistreated. 

i'd still rather deal with this than getting kicked by a horse, so i got that going for me. =D

mister is bringing me home a coney island hot dog (see the duluth one! that's where he's going!) and a coke because i'm wounded. sounds good to me!

this is the second time those stairs have tried to murderize me; i need an escalator. *nod*