I am not to blame.  I am an innocent.  It is ALL Lynn's fault.  She raved
about the afghan.  So I had to look.  Then I Had to bid.
 
Uh-Oh is eating on his own.  The surgery appears to have been a success.
Yaahoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Now the vet bill has to be paid.
 
For those of you who do not know Kat is not just one of **THE** sweetest
people who writes on the FML:
 
She also takes in an incredible number of ferrets that cannot be placed,
and loves them up.
 
Shelters have relied on her to take a few here and there.  And her heart
of gold shines through.
 
The economy has cost a number of us dearly.  Kat did not escape the
ravages of these hard times.
 
I had not thought of it.  But an afghan for my mother or a mother in law
or a grandmother or for the ferrets for Christmas IS an unusual gift.
 
And it seems to say something warm, cozy, and special.  It is a gift that
is hand made, and will go over a bed, or used to snuggle on the couch.
It is not a last minute gift.
 
Cool idea.
 
Lynn-this is all your fault.  Furthermore-you were supposed to stop me
from taking in anymore animals.  Remember???????????
 
Where were you when I saw chubby Waldo crammed in that hampster cage?
 
Huh!  Grumble, grum, Afghan, gmgmgmgm, lovely shade of green,
Waldo kisses, mumble, mumble, darn Lynn, Mum, mmm,
money, money for vet for Uh-Oh,
don't open the door to a fox you knit wit,
grumble, grum, grumm..........
I
[Posted in FML issue 3850]