My late Rosie, who was only with me for two years, showed up in my back yard as a starving stray. I was absolutely furious to discover that some @#$%^&* had abandoned a declawed cat who couldn’t even catch a mouse to feed herself. At least we discovered at the vet that she had also been spayed.
Saturday night, I dreamed that I was trying to run to get on a school bus, but every couple of steps I would have a severe calf cramp and have to stop. The frustration finally woke me up, and guess what—the cramps were real (my leg is still sore) and I had to jump out of bed and walk them off. Also applied a big dose of Theraworx, which stopped the cramps. Dreams do sometimes come true. But why can’t this happen when I dream of winning the Mega Millions jackpot…
When I was in college, there was one “co-ed” dorm on campus. It actually got a mention in Playboy. The building was split down the middle in two sections, one for men, one for women. And there were specific visitation hours between the sexes. Each floor had a fire door in the middle to separate the sexes—and the doors were chained shut! There were stairs on each end of the building, but it still seemed like it should have been a fire code violation. And I don’t know what they thought they were preventing, where there’s a will there’s a way. Full disclosure, I did not live in that dorm, I chose the newest (at the time) dorm on campus because I wanted air conditioning, which the other campus dorms did not have.
I so do not like most people…