I met up with My Parasitic Twin for some coffee and scream this morning. Her dog, Gza (pronounced Jizz-uh, it’s a Wu Tang Clan thing) had a tumor on her … er … teat and just had it removed. So this morning was pretty much all about how much it sucks to be middle aged because EVERYONE IS GETTING CANCER!
And I thought I had it rough when my BFF got a boyfriend and wasn’t as emotionally available as she was in the 5th grade.
Anyway, we yelled about a bunch of shit but nothing transcendent enough to make the blog … until just now.
Seriously folks, I’m really shaken up. Send your thoughts and prayers.
*For the record, I made cheesy potatoes yesterday for dinner which means that I definitely had them for breakfast. You can separate twins at birth but there is just some shit you cannot take away from them.
in the end, this is costing me about 3K and she will be at the animal hospital for a total of 48 hours. unreal! this dog! at least we caught it.
Oh fuck. I’m so glad she’s okay. Rza is the one you like, right?