I put Oreo's little velour bag of ashes on top of the couch in the living room, where she always liked to sit in the sunshine. Unless she was sitting on me on the couch in the family room. But it's really not practical to strap on a bag of ashes.
I probably will put a pinch of them into a locket or use them when making a bead (and the person who suggested that felt so ashamed for suggesting that when really, it's pure genius!)
Her ahses came in this little plush drawstring burgundy bag with something embroidered about the Rainbow Bridge. I know there's a poem out there that makes people weep so I plan to not look at the poem for awhile.
The little burgundy bag reminds me of the bag that royal crown canadian whiskey comes in. But I didn't say anything when the vet tech handed it to me. I'd already compared Oreo and Yoda at the clinic the other week to mugs of beer:
"Yoda is like that mug of beer you get that's glass, so it's heavy and you have to lug it up. But Oreo was like that mug of beer that you think is going to be heavy glass, only when you pick it up, it's plastic and you almost toss the beer over your shoulder because it's so surprisingly light."
Seriously. I'm not an alcoholic. I just merely use it as a point of reference for everything in my life. Including my dead kitty's ashes.
My poor little gone kitty.
Let's change the subject, shall we?
I love love love love love that treadmill of mine! Love!
And I love that it's in my own house and that I can watch whatever I want to on t.v. instead of at the gym where I could choose between watching CNN, ESPN or ABC. From an angle. That makes me walk at an angle.
No. The t.v. is dead straight ahead, thusly keeping me walking straight ahead. Which is a good thing on a treadmill. There are no curves on a treadmill.
It is a pricy mofo but let me tell you, with how often I'll be using it, the price point will be greatly lowered per usage quickly.
Next Subject: Taxes
Thor claims that this really is the day he's going to do the taxes. Well, crap. That means I better get my kitsch in art tax stuff together right now.
I procrastinate as much as he does so I can't fuss too loudly.
I hate taxes. And I hate living in a state that taxes the most of any other state in the country. Stupid Minnesota. Pretty and Stupid.
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