Home Alone kinda

I need to post pics for the birthday party, that will be tomorrow. Lucy was just hugging me and asked if we'd be alone tomorrow night, meaning would Annie be out of town. I said yes. She whispered in my ear quite suggestively, "Could we cook dinner again?"
Dinner? Home Alone is a rare occasion around here, and she's asking me to cook dinner? She's already shown up at The Dive way after everyone else, with another woman and with stuff on her face that I'm not sure about and she's asking me about dinner? WTF?
I'm thinking she'll have a cheese sandwich for dinner if she wants to eat. Fucking whore.*


*Yes, I'm just making fun. She's a slut, not a whore.

Out late

I wanted to say past my bedtime, but that varies a lot, so out past curfew. Curfew is 9pm. I try to be home by then on a bad night, 7 on a good one. I'm woefully slacking these days at getting home.
Tonight was the pre-party for The Princess since he'll be 40 tomorrow, so everyone going out of town wanted to stop in and say hi.
He's the reason I was out late dammit.
His internet paramour may have showed up at The Dive after I left, I don't know yet because I really did have to leave. I needed to blog the fact that he'll be 40 tomorrow.
I also don't want Lucy calling me bitching because I'm still out at 10:30 on a school night.
I can let her believe I'll go to sleep when we hang up if I'm home. I'm such a good person.
Yeah, ok, I'm a lying bitch but I'm not hurting anyone. Some things are better left unsaid.

I'm sober, don't you hate inconsistency?

I did meet The Princess at The Dive after work because it was steak night and I hadn't eaten. He kicked my ass at darts a couple of games, then The Dirty Old Man and another friend came in. TDOM and I beat the hell outta them. Princess wanted another game after they left since I had been throwing well, he was kicking my ass again, I was down 97 points, I came back and beat him on bullseyes. Poor Princess. I then came home and watched one of the worst movies ever made while I ironed. Grease 2. Terrible movie, but I still watch it, must be because Michelle Pfeiffer is hot.
I'm gonna take my ass to bed. Have a good night kids.

I'm drunk, imagine that

Annie and I went to The Dive to throw some darts after work. The Dirty Old Man showed up, The Asshole and his wife showed up, shit happened.
The Asshole is trying to get in my good graces I know not why, but he bought us shots. Blowjobs. It's a good thing I'm a lesbian since I can't get my mouth around that glass. My left tit now smells and tastes like Bailey's.
Dirty Old Man and I won, YAY us. Other than that, I stayed out way too late.
Pork chop, good.

Annie's new toy

I just ordered Annie a new toy. This means I get her old one, yay me! Of course it's kind of a non-issue since I use it more than she does anyway. Now I just don't have to feel guilty about it.

Unprecedented

The store I stop at pretty much every day is run by an asshole. He makes sure I have cigarettes since I don't smoke a popular brand, but he's still an asshole. I heard someone quit one day because he was bitching about that person not paying for a soda, and he's chased Annie out the door over 15 cents before.
Last night Lucy and I stopped there on our way home from the pool and I looked like I was about to pay a stripper, I had a shitload of $1 bills, all the money I had on me, my wallet and bank card was in the car with Lucy while I went in to purchase beer and smokes. I figured 12 bucks would get me my fix.
The grandmother in front of me pulled out a change purse to buy a 2 litre bottle of soda, she was 20 something cents short. I gave her a dollar, he gave me the change, I gave it back to her, cuz I'm stupid like that apparently. When he rang up my habit, I was 32 cents short, I told him I'd go to the car and get it and he said "It's ok". I realize there were people behind me but that's never bothered him before, I mean he was counting out this woman's pennies to tell her she was short so I was astounded. I told Annie as soon as I got home "The old man let me slide on 32 cents."
He was there today, my change was 37 cents, so I gave it to him, he's still ahead.

Wonder Woman

Did I tell ya'll that's who I am? Lately it seems that way, not because I have a golden lasso or anything but because every vehicle I drive becomes invisible as soon as I put my ass in the seat. I thought I just had an invisible Jeep until I drove Annie's car to lunch today and my streak continued. Everybody and their brother has either cut me off or pulled out in front of me in the last week or so. Idjits.
In other news, Chinese food isn't as good when you have a taste for pizza but forgot that the pizza place is closed on Mondays dammit.

I'm home early

because I'm grouchy, my head hurts, my feet stink and I don't love Jesus. I know I stole part of that from a song.
No, it wasn't that kind of day, I had a great time with the family, I'm just tired and grouchy and decided I needed to come home.
Baby Sis and I went out to throw some darts around 5 today. Nothing was open, apparently bars in Elbow don't open til 6. (Oh yeah, Armpit is dry, we have to drive 30 miles to find a bar in the first place.) We ended up in a place I wouldn't enter by myself, and I'm not the petite blonde she is. It's apparently undergone major management and clientele changes since she was there, but we threw darts dammit. She kicked my ass so she was happy. She thought she'd lost it, but hell no, and we had some good conversation on the drive there and back, so it was a cool 2 hours. She couldn't be away from Spawn for longer than that.
He made my day of course. He "squeezes cheeks"now, puts his hands on either side of your face. He did me, Babysis, himself, and when she took him over to do that to Lucy, he put out a finger and poked her left breast. That made up for the totally gay dance he did last night.
(She's bitching that she's had to live her whole life with men looking at her breasts instead of her face, and now a 1 yr old is doing it.) Poor Lucy. She thinks I love her for her mind.

I'm going away

I'm off to Armpit tomorrow, where I will probably stay for a couple of days. Babysis needs a break. I'm getting as OCD as she is so I probably need one too. Lucy is in for a lot of babysitting.
I'm glad Annie got home tonight since I left her with The Widow......who I smell like, ewwww. She and boytoy showed up freshly scrubbed and perfumed, EWWWWWW.
I am going to sleep.

So where was I?

Oh yeah. I was at The Dive. I was throwing darts with Annie when I realized those chili cheese tots were not a good idea.
I headed off to the ladie's room, my ass cheeks clenched so tight a sheet of carbon paper would have turned into a diamond, and it was empty, Hell Yes!
I properly undressed in the stall, putting up flypaper and aroma therapy candles in anticipation of the delivery.
Someone else came in, she entered the stall next to me....and we sat.....and waited....and finally I peed, trying my best to hold in everything else.
I wanted to say "Honey, I just sweated enough to solve the drought problem in Alabama", but I didn't. I should have.
I had passed enough gas to get by and went back to the dartboard, hope the bitch enjoyed the candles.
I did go back later and damn, liquid shit sounds just like pee, I should have just done that, but having someone 6 inches away makes a difference.

Ya'll got lucky

I was gonna tell you about explosive diarrhea, but Annie was jonesing for a new cell phone so badly I had to go meet her to pick one out.
We're both sitting here reading our books trying to figure out this new hi-tech bullshit that doesn't work like our old phones did dammit.
It's sad, we're both geeks, but she has actually resorted to reading the book since she's not one to do that. I just wanted to know how to take a picture, all good, so I'm happy. I'm going to go make a call on my new phone and possibly stop back in before bed cuz I'm like that and all.

I feel like hell

Ya'll remind me the next time Annie decides to go crazy that it is really NOT necessary for me to accompany her.

If you have a roommate

crazy person, significant other, or homeless person, be afraid if they want to go out at 10:47 on a Tuesday night. Oh, and it would be a good idea to count the number of steps you have to go down. I now know I have 3, not 2. I was sitting around farting in my boxers, sans bra, comfy, when Roomie said "Do you want to go out?" I'm not sure why she suddenly got crazy, or what posessed me to agree, but out we went.
Fun was had, gas was passed, she stopped at Krystal on the way home so there will be a rinse and repeat.
It's late, I'm tired, I'll try to finish the story in all it's glory tomorrow. There is so much more to share.

I just went out to smoke

A cadillac went by playing loud Polka music, and a woman stepped out on her porch and said "Can you hear me now." MY FUCKING GOD, I'M LIVING IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
I guess I should give up the LSD, or beer, or cigarettes, or driving, or IV Morphine or something. TV, that's it, that's what's rotting my mind and causing these hallucinations. (The scary part is they aren't hallucinatory, I'd be less scared if they were.)
I think I'll go smoke out back with the crazy dogs from now on.
I'm off to call Lucy and take my ass to bed, ya'll have a good night.

Mom update

Mom got good news today. The only cancer they found with the addtional scans was what we already knew about so Dr. thinks 4 weeks of radiation will fix her up. Yay for good news.
Of course the great relief led to this discussion.
Mom "Looks like I'll be here for Christmas, what do you want?"
Me "Dang, now I've got to get you a gift."
I got this in e-mail a bit ago.
"Know you are having a better day except for knowing you gotta get me a Christmas gift. I want a Lexus please.
love you mom"

Bunch of shit

It's Lucy's fault I was late to work today. Annie had the thermostat set to subzero, Lucy was warm. Hmmm, get up and go to hell or snuggle with my girlfriend? Guess who won?
Annie and I threw some darts after work, and I really need to send out a note to some people.
Hey, I may like you alright, but you still get on my nerves. The reason I moved over to play the video game while I finished my beer was to get away from you, not have you come over wanting to play a game with me. That's why I gave you the machine dumbass. I guess I need to print out those cluepons I stole from somewhere.
I came home and had salad and steamed squash for dinner since it was there and needed to be eaten. A little later I decided that was too healthy so I zapped a leftover hotdog with kraut, onions and spicy mustard, good shit.
I've ironed, watched tv, need to call Lucy and take my ass to bed since Mom's Dr. appt got moved up, I need to be on the road early tomorrow.
Have a good night kids.

I'm blind

or drunk. We spent the afternoon in the pool with the ladies.
Then The Widow showed up to kick our asses at darts. She succeeded, I'm shitty, I'll take my ass to bed. NOT.
I was dancing at the bar, threatening to bare my ass, Lucy told me no,no, no.
The Dirty Old Man told her I talk more since I met her. Imagine that.

Religion

One of those subjects I don't like to talk about. It's been coming up a lot lately since Mom thinks she's dying and all. I'm a bit more than drunk btw in case ya'll need to know that.
So, religion, my topic of choice for the evening. My views: I don't give a damn who, what, or if you worship.
I call myself a "Recovering Southern Baptist."
That's pretty much what I grew up with. We went to various churches when bad things happened. Eventually, there was a church next to where we lived and we went there until I was old enough to give it up. It was a Baptist Mission, not really a church yet, I got my bible schooling there.
I quit going when I was 13 and cussed in church one day. I refuse to be a hypocrite. I will not drink and go to church since the Southern Baptists call drinking a sin. Smoking is a sin too, we're not allowed to indulge in anything remotely fun, except Gossip since that runs rampant, and oh yeah, I'm not allowed to be gay either, that's "an abomination against the Lord."
I went to Mom's baptism because it was important to her, I don't know or believe that it helps her, but it made her feel better, and I didn't participate in a lot of the goings on because I would have felt like I was a hypocrite if I had.

Mom is after me to go to church with her again. Oh HELL NO. I'm not sure what I believe in these days but I will not pretend to believe in anything for the sake of fitting in.
If I've offended you, I'm sorry, but I don't really think you'd still be here if you get offended easily.
I don't give a damn. It's my blog and I'll preach if I want to :)

Lucy's gonna kill me

Shenanigans

Lucy and I were talking about past times tonight. Sittin in her sister's van, the one I left a pair of boxer shorts in, just so sis could wonder what went on. I think Lucy left them on the steering wheel with a note saying thanks. It's always fun to fuck with the str8 people.
No, we didn't make out in sister's van. She still thinks we did tho, so it's all good.
I'd tell you about the time we did, when she was drunk and thought we were in the driveway at home, but that would just be TMI.
Lucy makes me laugh more than any person I've ever met in my life, and she brings out the funny in me so I think I'm in love for long time.
I just wish I could break her of this bad tv addiction she has. My GOD I can't stand too much more Reba and reality tv.
Ok, I just did a dance to "These Boots are Made For Walking" while wearing sandals, it's hard to toe step in those bitches. Shit.
Apparently I'm now a laugh whore, I'll do stupid shit for her. I'm ruining my reputation.
Lucy has approved this post because she's a fucking lunatic.

Thursday night

So I made the mistake best choice of the day when I told Annie about the new seafood place I read about. She immediately starts acting like a 5 year old wanting ice cream. "Can we go after work? Aren't you hungry? They've got crablegs, we really should go, please?" So off we go to enjoy food even though I rarely eat dinner these days, much less at 5pm. I will have to say the food was excellent, I was just miserable the rest of the evening from the unaccustomed stuffing.
After that we went to The Dive to hurl a few sharp objects and ran into an old friend we haven't seen in quite some time. He's a cool guy, I've missed him. Unfortunately his hot-as-hell wife was on a plane to Italy to visit her family so we missed out on ogling catching up with her. Still it was a good time and he'll be back out today since he's playing bachelor for a bit so I'll go let him kick my ass at darts yet again. I swear I'm not teaching another person how to play, every one of them has gotten better than me.

Stolen from everybody

I dunno

Lucy is sick. She has serious sinus crud, I'll be trying to talk her into going to the Dr. tomorrow since none of us wants that kind of shit. We were supposed to go to Armpit Saturday night to babysit Spawn Sunday since Baby Sis has to go to work early. I'm not sure I can handle him by myself. We don't want Spawn or Mom exposed to anything so...Mom thinks I can handle it, hell, I can handle it. Baby Sis is just such an overprotective mother I don't know how she'll feel about me babysitting alone.
I'm not sure how I feel about it actually. Lucy usually does the yucky shit and I just play with him. I like it that way. I make sure I change the pissy diaper so she gets the next not-so-nice one. Yes, I use my girlfriend every chance I get, she doesn't mind. She's lying if she says otherwise.
I'm off to call Lucy and try to get her healed in an hour, wish me luck :)

Just for Genius

I know You will appreciate this:)

A bunch of shit

Thank you man in the black car who almost killed me today. At least you slowed down and seemed upset that you almost killed me. (I couldn't flip him off after he waited for me so he could wave and mouth "Sorry") You should "Pay attention dammit!"
I'm sorry Lady in the White Car, I should have gotten water for you myself instead of just telling you where to get it. Now I'll never know if you succeeded in your quest to find the alien hive and jumpstart their ship.
I'm tired, it's been a long day of bullshit. I get to go back to that tomorrow, lucky me.
I'm gonna take my ass to bed. Have a good night kids.

So thanks for asking about my eye...

I didn't mind getting blinded too much since it made Mom laugh, but that shit stung. I washed it out and was checking my face in the only mirror in the room, on the back of the door, when Mom cracked up again. "If Dr comes back you'll be worried about your nose." Thankfully we avoided all that, and Dr. threw me outta the room when she went to examine Mom down south. Thank somebody, I saw enough boobage to scar me for life while I was in there. Ok, actually I'm just jealous.
Other than pool drunkenness and drama there hasn't been a whole lot going on around here.
Annie made salsa all by herself, and it's awesome. She called freaking out Saturday thinking it was too salty, and it was already canned, and OMG were we coming home soon? We were on the way, and it's good, so quit whining already.
Annie's sis has decided they need to go down the Colorado river in a condom, I mean a raft. When Annie told me they wanted to know height and weight I asked her if that was so they could have her box ready at the end of the trip. I'll be sure to take out insurance on her for dog care after she bashes her head against a rock.
Hell was just that today, and probably again tomorrow. The Fucktard is moving again, and taking all the people he moved the first time and a few others along with him. I just wish he'd move the hell back where he came from and let us send him a check to stay home with his 17 children. It would be a whole lot cheaper. Family business if it's not your family or the mafia, ain't all that.
I'm beat, whipped, tired, whatever. I'll call Lucy and take my ass to bed. Ya'll have a good night. And just in case you were worried, I'm not anymore blind than I was before:)

New Toy

Yet another thing to add to his stable of "things I'm too short to ride but my grandparents think I need it anyway."

How about some good news

The prognosis on Mom is good at the moment. They want to do some scans to see if the cancer is anywhere else, if it's not, then radiation will be the only treatment. Dr. Surgeon sent us straight over to see Dr. Oncologist, a lovely woman, who has ordered the additional tests. Her words were, "If you have to have cancer, this is the best kind to have."
So, we're still hurrying up to wait, but at least something is getting done.
In other news, I'm fucking exahusted from getting "shityfaced" yesterday, which I giggled about all night just so ya'll know, and sitting in Dr. offices all afternoon.
I did make Mom laugh so hard she almost fell off the table, I went to get some of that hand sanitizer shit they had hanging on the wall and it squirted me in the eye. Bitch. The sanitizer, not Mom. I'm fucking blind in my left eye and she found it amusing.
So, thanks for the good energy you were sending this way, let's hope for the best from here on out.
I'm now going to call Lucy, drink another beer and take my tired ass to bed. Have a good night kids.

I'm shityfaced

Hung out with the girls in the pool..........and yeah.

Do you see a bra?

The Dirty Old Man and I played a game for my bra tonight. I don't usually do that, I usually volunteer Lucy's bra, she was at the Mall so I was on my own.
His Modus Operandi is to win the bra, then hang it on the board for a few minutes before giving it back.
Obviously, I kicked his ass tonight. I let him win if Lucy's bra is in the balance.
I'm such a wonderful person.

I know it's wrong but...

Hey Syd, I found us a new t-shirt place.

Little bit of everything

I went out to meet Annie and a couple of other people after work, waited around The Dive for The Dirty Old Man since he had my lottery ticket and wanted to make sure I got it.
I talked to a friend of The Princess who is rarely seen these days because she's upset about her weight gain. She's a beautiful person, smart, funny, engaging...I don't understand. I was out there with the freaks when I was 50 lbs heavier than I am now. I met Lucy then. I don't get the body image thing I guess. I'm me no matter what size I am, if you can't see past my looks then fuck you. Apparently she can't see past her own looks to notice that. That makes me sad, cuz she's a wonderful person.
Lucy went back to knee doc today. 4 more weeks off work. Apparently arthritis is what is fucking with her at the moment, both knees are swelling. She's not a happy camper, and I've given up trying to take care of her, she won't listen.
We're off to Armpit tomorrow to babysit Spawn, and maybe I'll remember to take the fucking camera. Ya'll have a good weekend.

Green Beans

Annie's mom gave us a big bag of fresh green beans when we were there the other day. Annie, being the lazy ass con artist resourceful person she is, managed to get one of the ladies at work to cook them for us. We had meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans and cornbread for lunch today. YUM! Of course now I want to work even less than I did before.

I'm Mad

And I don't mean that in the nice British way of saying I'm crazy. I probably am, but that's another post.
I'm mad because it's been a month since Mom was "OMG gonna die" by Dr. Didn't give a shit. Got a biopsy, finally, and it's been 2 weeks since then cuz Dr. Surgeon had to take a week off. Now, NOW, that I put on pants in this 5000 degree heat to go to his office with her to see just WTF we're dealing with, he can't see her.
I know that's not his fault. Emergencies are and always will be.
But HELLO! Mom called me tonight upset because she thinks this means there is nothing they can do because noone is getting in a hurry about it. This shit ain't good for her peace of mind or mine.
I want action dammit, today was supposed to bring about at least a little of that, instead, fucking nothing.
She's hurting more from the stint in the kidney that's trying to keep the tumor from closing everything off than she is from the fucking 8 inch incision in her stomach that cut through everything. Shit ain't good.
Fuck, I'm gonna go chew up this ladder over here, because I'm so pissed I can't even write.

UnFUCKINGbelievable

Dr. had an emergency. Mom's appointment has been rescheduled for Monday. Have I mentioned that I fucking HATE doctors? Yeah, thought so.

I got shit

Earlier I had a phone call, chastising me for not giving you full frontal on the boat pic. Here you go.


Edited to add a better pic. Since it was hotter than Hell this weekend, this one is more appropriate anyway:)

Tomatoes and dinner

Annie's parents have an obscene number of tomatoes right now so we took a trip to pick up a few thousand to make salsa. The fringe benefit of this is her mom cooks dinner for us, real live home cooked veggies from the garden. I made a total pig of myself. Then had to choke down a piece of homemade chocolate pie because, well, it was homemade and her mom is a great cook. I don't remember the last time I ate that much.
Of course looking at tomatoes this morning, we have a bunch, but not really enough to get involved in salsa because that's best done in a very, very large batch while drinking tequila. I'm not sure when we're going to find time to do this, but it looks like another tomato run might be in order.

Pics from the pool party

Me and my boat (that Bitch)

Our bartender/cabana boy

Girls just want to have fun.

Anof of course I was the first to point out the pornographic pool accessories.

Pool Party

We had a fabulous, albeit drunken, time. Nobody drowned, in the pool or in alcohol, so it was all good. I'll post pics tomorrow if I remember to take the camera to work with me. We got there early afternoon, late of course, danced, sang, swam, and laughed until early morning. Everyone except Lucy and I went in the house to watch movies at some point. I floated around in a small boat someone left there most of the evening, beer between my legs and ashtray on my stomach. It was wonderful. Well, until I got out of the boat around 3 am and the bitch attacked me. The boat, not Lucy, we got divorced real quick. Bitch got on my head and tried to drown me. My arms are a bit sore, either from swimming, paddling, or attempting to play drunken pool volleyball.
This morning one of the ladies made breakfast and there were rounds of Mimosas and Bloody Marys, followed by more pool foolishness and me finishing off the champagne. We got home around 3 and I took a much deserved (well needed anyway) nap, started out to play darts with Lucy, decided fuck that, came home and grilled steaks with taters and peppers and now I'm full and miserable.
Hope everyone else had a good weekend. Tomorrow is back to hell and real life. Mom goes to the Dr. Wednesday afternoon for biopsy results so I'm back in worry mode till then. Take care and have a good night kids.

Lucy is a freak

Have I told you that yet? I was gonna blog about the fact that I can make her sweat from 20 feet away, but I just came in from smoking and heard about the conversation she was having with me while I was outside. She didn't really notice I was missing. She thought I was so involved in my blog I wasn't answering. Silly girl should have noticed the lack of smart-ass comments.
She's cooking shit becuase we're going to a pool party/sleepover tomorrow with The Ladies and The Widow. We have an actual bartender since I sent one of The Ladies to her slumber way early last time. I guess I'm not allowed to bartend anymore, they shouldn't have let a beer drinker fix their shit anyway.

I borrowed some nailpolish

I needed to paint my toenails last weekend, Lucy had bought me these really cool, comfortable new sandals. I got in Baby Sis's cabinet and painted my talons, I mean nails. I didn't realize how PINK it was. That day, it was ok, since I was wearing a pink shirt. (Shut up, ya'll know Lucy dresses me, and for some reason she likes me in pink).
Today, I'm looking like a whore in church and people noticed. Damn nailpolish. I'll just go natural from now on, I sure as hell won't wear Crocs.

A Story about my Grandmother

Mom's mom, she was a hoot. She was half Cherokee and at least a quarter Irish. Black hair, green eyes and mean as a snake. Apparently I'm just like her.
She died 2 weeks shy of my 5th birthday. I lived with her and Papaw until then cuz Mom and Dad got divorced when I was 2. She made the greatest cakes, yellow with chocolate icing was my favorite, cocoanut was good too, but not really my thing. She and I fished, hunted, made biscuits together, and I can't make a biscuit now to save my life. She had a big metal bowl, she would mix up the stuff and I would sit in her lap and pat out the biscuits, then she'd put the bowl away, flour still in it, for the next day. I still don't get that.
I'm lucky I have lots of memories.
I was shocked, shocked I tell you when I started school and found out the bedtime stories she told me were written in books. Little Red Riding Hood? There was a book, Tar Baby, Three Little Pigs? OMG.
I would lie in the big feather bed with her and she would tell me a story, every night, after I said my prayers.
She also taught me to play Solitaire and Rook.
And let me cut up apples on the cedar chest while I drank my orange sodas and watched cartoons (as my mother keeps reminding me). I ruined the cedar chest.
Granny was awesome, I wish I'd had her longer.

Drinkikng for charity

Tonight was the Bartender Championship at our local Friday's. They sell seats and auction off stuff and drinks for a charity. It's fun. I was planning to leave before it started because I had a bad day, but stayed and bought something decorative and completely useless before it was all over. Hey, it all goes to charity so it was good. Kids with cancer is worthy of my money. Someone I know dropped a grand at this thing, I felt bad about grumbling about my 40 for seats and 45 for a pretty item. I'm glad that person had the money to spend, and spent it well.
How often do you get to help someone and get shitfaced at the same time?
Priorities people :)

Kinky Kitty?

So it makes sense if you read the explanation below. The pic just cracked me the fuck up.


La Shinda Clark, photographer at The Philadelphia Inquirer and 1995 Scholar, won third place for feature photos in the National Press Photographers Association 2003 Best of Photojournalism contest. In the photo, volunteer Cameron Tarzwell, 13, cleans loose hair that has been shaved from an anesthetized cat, Princess, in preparation for an operation. Tarzwell has been assisting a veterinarian for four years. The photo was one in a picture story on a spaying and neutering program in Chester County in Pennsylvania.

Go Figure

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