Lately, I've been feeling a bit tired and, well, OLD. I recently (this week) started working out again, and I have to admit that I feel a lot better. I'm sleeping better and feel more rested. So, last night, after a long day at work, I went to the Co-op to get something for dinner. I picked up a bottle of vigonier, and I got carded! I couldn't believe it at first.
ME: I'm 32.
CASHIER: Right. I need to see your ID.
ME: OK, I told you I was 32!
C: Wow, I thought you were kidding. You look great.
I always hated looking younger than my age, and people used to tell me that I would appreciate it someday.
They were right!
Orphan kittens today - the reception people know how much I love kittens, so they called as soon as they came in. Someone found them in a dumpster, in a 6-pack beer container. There were 5 kittens, approximately 3 weeks old. SO CUTE! I love it when kittens nurse on bottles, and their little ears twitch along with their suckling. Kittens - AWESOME. People - SUCK.
So, I had an emergency come in today - a kitten (8months old) with a fractured jaw. She was very cute, sweet, and scared. She was attacked by a dog last night and had a displaced caudal mandibular fracture. I placed a feeding tube and bonded her canines together. I hope she does well tonight, well enough to go home tomorrow.
1 comment:
Lucky you. I wish I had a compliment while being carded. Just last week, a 20-year-old asked me what major I in. Apparently, she thought I was her age. Ugh.
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