I wondered why I did not receive a birthday card for Leia from her vet. But then I got this email at 3 o’clock this morning:
I was just about to go to sleep when I got that email and I thought of the Shel Silverstein poem from my childhood the one where he talks about onomatopoeia‘s. He was talking about holiday food and used an onomatopoeia that goes along with the holidays and he ends it with, oh me, what a dunce! I went, and ate them all at once!
Days are all running together for me and I’m still recovering from going to the Cidermill! But then I’ve got another email today from the company who chipped her:
I really can’t believe how tired I am!!!