I called the vet’s office today to ask if they could send some syringes home with Zoey to make it easy to give him his oral rinse (gotta have fresh breath for the ladies). Brandon picked him up, and had this conversation with the vet receptionist -
Receptionist: Your mother called earlier and wanted to send these syringes home with Zoey.
Brandon: My mother?
Receptionist: Your… wife?
Brandon: Yeah, my wife.
Receptionist: Oh, well you look younger than you are.
Granted, I don’t know that I have ever seen her since I drop him off so early (him being Zoey - Brandon can drive himself now!), but still. Mother?!!! Do I have the voice of a 50 year-old? I don’t smoke. I have both vocal chords. Sigh… cough, cough, cough, gasp.
It does make me want to put these decals on the back of my car, though:
The other day I had someone come to my door trying to sell me fruit (something I really want to buy from a random person at the door). He asked if my parents were home. Ummm - I said I owned the house and looked at him. He said “Oh”. Then tried to sell me some grapefruits that tasted like oranges. I didn’t say anything, but really, if I wanted to taste an orange I’d eat an orange. So needless to say, I didn’t buy anything.
I think it’s ridiculous to sell fruit door-to-door, but that does make me want to sell fruit that tastes like other fruit just to see who’d buy it.
Janelle, you crack me up like always.
Janelle, you’re no cougar. I believe “puma” is the correct terminology for those of us in our 30s. #thingsI’velearnedsinceturning30
p.s.–you have a lovely purr/voice.
You can be my cougar any day!
Make it even more creepy by putting 4 of these decals on the window.
http://ziondreamer.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-friend-hearts-cats.html