I am pleased.
Per-lea-zzzd.
:)
We went to buy mum a popcorn maker at
The 'we' is my sister and I. Anyway, we noticed it was an
I pointed this out to my sister and we realised that neither of us was a card-holder, although mum was. However this present was supposed to be a surprise, so we couldn't get it off her and anyway the sale was only that day.
I'm getting to the point eventually, don't worry.
So I said to my sister, 'Do you think either of us is eligible to become a card-holder?' Her face lit up and she said, 'Worth a try.'
We tried. We were eligible except that we hadn't got 2 forms of I.D on us. So that was that. My sister explained the popcorn-maker sitch. The lady was very sympathetic.
That was nice in itself, but then she said, 'Wait, I'll put the sale through on MY card for you, so you can get the discount!'
We were gobsmacked. This was not allowed by the store but the lovely lady and her friend (who also worked there) did it anyway. So there ya go.
There are kind people in the world who do things for no reward which could cause trouble for them! Bless that lady and her friend, God, bless their socks off!
I'm countin my pennies lately. I tell you!
In other news, I found a hedgehog today, running around on the road. So I scooped it up in my umbrella and deposited it on the side of the road where it would be safe. But then I felt sorry for it, so I scooped it up again and took it home. I named him Mr Prickle-face. I think it may have been male, hard to say, so I just guessed.
I called my sis and told her, (she's staying with mum) and mum told me to take him into the garden because they are nocturnal and he'd probably be diseased. So I did.
Poor Mr Prickle-face. I wanted him to be happy. I hope he's ok. There's a lot of snails around here so he should have something to eat, at least.
I wanted to give him milk, I even took the chill off of it in the microwave, but mum said that hedgehogs are lactose intolerant. So I poured the milk in the sink.
Oh well.
Grayce is lactose intolerant, but she still loves to drink milk so I give her a tiny bit most days. If I give her too much, she throws up so I eventually learnt the right amount. (Yes, eventually, I am not quite with it sometimes and at first I didn't know why she kept being sick, so every time she threw up, I just gave her more milk. What a twit...)
She can projectile vomit about 1 metre! That's not bad for such a small cat. I'm very proud of her. And sometimes she can throw up hairballs that are as big as a large mouse!
I told my sister and she said I should enter Graycie into the longhaired, projectile vomiting division of a pedigree cat show. Hahahahaha!!!!
But seriously, Graycie is so annoying! She put my computer into sleep mode once when I was trying to type up an entry into this blog, and I thought she rebooted it, but then I checked and it was all still here. She sits on the keyboard, or lies on the mousepad. She sits on my hand while I'm trying to use the mouse and so it makes me right-click when I don't want to.
I think she's jealous of my computer.
Well, too bad for her. I love my baby, and I would be so happy to be able to have it surgically attached to me so that I could take it everywhere. Just the essentials, of course. I can't lug the monitor and mouse, keyboard, printer and scanner as well as the cpu everywhere...
Christmas is so close, I wanted to post this for you to read.
Christmas Eve in an old folks home
An old man sits in a home for the aged,
Sits and looks out the window on christmas day.
His family’s not here, they live overseas,
They can’t come to visit, but they rang on Christmas Eve.
‘Hi dad, it’s Bill, sorry we can’t be there,
But Joanne’s mum asked us to stay over here.
We’ve got obligations, lots of things to do.
People rely on us, you understand, don’t you.’
He tried to say ‘no!’ but it came out as a mumble.
Bill said ‘Now dad, Joanne said you might grumble.
I just saw you in May, it seems like yesterday.
It was only 7 months ago; I hate when you put the pressure on,
I feel so guilty, you know. Joanne and I were talking; she said some things that’re right.
You’ve always tried to guilt trip me, well it just won’t work tonight!
I’m sorry that you’ve been this way, I really have to go.
Oh, Sally likes her new sweater, but she can’t talk just now.’
The old man sits and looks out the window.
Who knows what he sees? An orderly goes to him:
‘Mr Roberts, come to dinner please.’
The old man sits stiffly, not moving at all.
The orderly has realized. ‘Sam, give the hospital a call.’
As Sam closes the soft eyelids, she manages to say,
‘And he’ll never see the Christmas card from his son that came today.’
I wrote that.
Well, thats all from me in this post, later I'll post the Christmas story from bible.com. KJV of course. Thats more like a medieval book, telling that olde, olde story.
Lovely.
God bless you and keep you.
:)
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