BAT CAVE 5: EAT. RIOT. FWAP.

And ain't it supposed to be 'riot' instead of write?

Missmell, who jest riotted a couple of thousand werds and will now go to bed.

Hey, top 5 and namer of cave, I think that's more aimlessing than I can handle in one day.

Back from the hairmesser. She did ungood with the hair but still waiting on the body double.

Valkyrie

Oh crap. Been trying for hours to get back in the cave to delete the company's name on my post in case someone there does a search and finds the cave. And now the cave's gone and I can't fix it.

Oh crap.

Ate.  I'm ate.  Hay Satire, you roted riot wrong!

Tintits 

Gnu Cave.

That is the extent of me intelligent observations this moaning.

~Lurid

It sez on the gnus this moaning that Americans is worried 'bout how to pay for food and gas. Wow, that's gnus. I didn't know that. Duh.

HotWheels had pneumonia again. Poor kiddo, he's so prone to it, and yesterday he was hurting so bad and I couldn't make it stop. He was crying and I was crying right along with him cuz I was trying everything to make it better and couldn't. Hope today is better for him--fwaps definitely appreciated.

It doesn't stop there... SmellaBella's a sick pooper, most literally. Had to take her to the vetquacker yesterday cuz she's got the runs and I won't get too specific but they's definitely not normal runs. (One thing I like 'bout feeding the raw die-it is that it makes the pooper's poops really inoffensive smelling, but this... well, it's offensive. Hoodamn, is it ever!!!  She is totally living down to her name.) $200 later, they ruled out parvo (NYValkyrieParvo) and gave her a penicillin shot and 3 different oral meds, and I get the results of her send-off-to-the-lab poop test today. Vet was shocked that I prefered to make her a bland die-it rather than paying $40 for a bag of bland pooper chow. Um. I can make rice and chikin for less than $40, stanks.

She, howsomevah, duzzn't seem to know she's a sicko. Running around and barking her fool head off and being annoying as usual, with the occasionally really horrible poop that she can't hold and I get to clean up off the floor. Oh The Joy. Guess it's good that she duzzn't feel bad, but still...

*donates SmellaBella's horrible poops to the cave*

In udder gnus, somebatty else take the migroan, I don't want it. Stanks evah so.

Aimless

Is that my goof you fixed, Satire? Gazoondtite!

Satire larned how to spell riot riot. Duz that mean she's larnin'
cavespeak as well? UnGood on ya, Satire. Youse definilately becoming a
bat. See how easy that wuz?

Slosh

some foods the expiration really makes a difference, some it don't. flour is supposed to be stored in the freezer so any expy date means nada.  most date stamps say for best taste etc and give a leeway that isn't on the item. And canned goods usually stamp when they were made not when they are expired. canned goods are supposed to last as much as 10 years.

I've bought foods from the supermarket marked down because the expiration date is so close or just over.  in NY the Dept of Agriculture oversees that retailers take these expired foods off the shelf. many little grocers take them home. 

I think I have an ulcer. Joy.

In udder gnus...yeah, whatever.

~~Gator

It's an annoying ulcer, Tinitis. As far as I know, it's the only kind to have.

In udder gnus, DK and I is putting his Norway travel brochure together. Yay, us!

My back itches.

~Lurid

She's got giardia.  This isn't good, cuz it's a parasite usually gotten from drinking contaminated water, and... um... all her water comes from the defartment faucet.  Witch is also where all the water the Aimspawn and I drink comes from.  I's guano get quackeratted, even though the info websites say weight loss is a side effect... can't I have it for just about 40 pounds, huh?

And now I's off to the dreadntist to see what they can do with that stoopid hurty molar.  Don't bother wishing me luck.  I lurve the pain.

Aimless 

Have I mentioned lately  how much I HATE doing homeshurk? TM's whingy about his (reading: fact v opinion, and how does youse tells it's a fact or an opinion.) (NYW), DK's off doing his math (read: napping, in which case I'll hafta murderify him).

I DUN ALREADY GRADUMUMATEDIFIED FROM 4TH and 7TH grades. I doesn't need a re-do. I "got it" the FOIST TIME.

~Lurid, ready to fwap to Norway. I stink a cave cavation is poifect. By the time DK's stoopid brochure is done, we'll even have a travel guide that tells us impotent shirt like the affects of industry on the nation. STILL hasn't figured out how that's pertinent to a travel brochure...

Yes, Tintits, Texazz in Awguts is indeed hotter than hail. To quote Katazz when she visited me here at the end of YouLie, "Holy crap! You live three inches from the sun!" (This was her first comment on walking out of the air conditioned airport and feeling the lurvely temperature... at midnight.) So if you buy a house 'round here, make sure it duzzn't have air conditioning. You don't really need it. Nope. Heh.

In udder gnus, so far neither I nor the Aimspawn have actually symptoms of giardia as listed on the eleventy gazillion websites I's read. I's guano do herbal treatments on all of us jest in case--garlic and grapefruit seed extract, to be precise, and wormwood extract if I can find it--but I's not turribly concerned. Oh well, I didn't really want to drop any wait anyways. *belly-flops into the SarChasm* Oogly Poopy isn't showing symptoms neither, but the vetquackerattor gave her meds too jest in case. Still super puzzled where SmellaBella got this from.  The dog park's the worst guess even though there's not stagnant puddles there for her to drink from, and on walks she's stuporvised and duzzn't drink from puddles neither... mebbe anudder dog at the defartments or the park had it and she got a bit too close to its poop? Color me clueless.

Hmm. What color is clueless, anyways?  Prolly brown, the way my life's going.

And now, after this lurvely discussion of poop and parasites (did I menshun she also had hookworms?), I stink it's time to cook dinner. Won't bother compulsively washing my claws during the process, nope, not even a little bit.

Aimless

Doesn't matter what it is, I donwanna. Unless it's chocorat. And
squeaking of witch, I may have to do Whinges a injury for introducing
me to pods.

Gator, if you has an ulcer, can't it be fixed quicktime with
medicashun these days? I dismember when ch had one before we wuz
married, he had to live off a bland die-it. Tripe and white sauce.
Shudder. Quacks thought it was caused by stress in the olden days.

Notglad SmellaBella is getting treatment, though I shoulda though being a Guardi Dog would be useful.

Did I menshun having a barfday coming up with no ch to tease a bat about
her resents, or make funny cards or tell me it's birthday eve eve sucks
the big one? I may jest spend the rest of the weak under my ratty
chaise, if I can find it.

Valkyrie

I would be more than happy to make fun of you and your advanced years, Valkyrie. I wish you'd buy a microphone for your computer. Then I could heckle you voluminously over the computer. Maybe I have an extra one lying around.

-- Joanna

Not glad Smellabella has to take pills or rather Aimless has to forcefeed pills to Smellabella.  I jest lurve giving pills to animals.

I'm not thanking Catty for reminding me I have krispykreem donut coupons.  But then, the house that I work in always has KK donuts.  They buy 2 dozen a week and get the other kind from the store too.  Ya know, the chocolate covered kind in a box.  Anyway, never thought I'd say it, but I don't have much desire to eat their donuts.

We're getting rid of C3 for a few days.  She's going to a camp here in Puget Sound, Camp Sealth.  Not sure zakly what they's guano larn.  But it won't be fun at all for her.

}}}Valkyrie{{{, I'll make fun of ya. Not sure I can count high enough tho.  Or, are ya doin the backwards counting thang?

Oh yeah, now I can't dismember who said they's hand was sleeping on the job, but my arms go to sleep at night.  The only thing that helps me are strategicly placed pillows to prop my arms on.  Mr.T calls them the celibacy pillows.  This has been going on for years.  Ever since my biking accident that gave me an A/C separation.  Adjustments help ever once n awhile.  Other than that, I jest live with it.  So, I'd say you need an adjustment, but I'm not tellin ya what kind of adjustment jest to keep ya guessing.

Tintits 

So I was gnawing on a piece of chocrat and almost died. How? OK, I'll tell ya, since all of youse are so inneresterd.

I have neuropathy in my feetsies because of the injuries to my back. This means the nerves are absolutely haywire. They are at the same time numb and also hypersensitive. They usually feel like they're on fire and have a billion small nails in them. They also get these unexpected enormous pain spikes where it feels literally like a giant spike is being driven through the center of the foot. It's a pleasant condition and 24/7 so I tend not to mention it cuz it wouldl get really boriing if every message started with "my feet are on fire and have spikes being driven through them" so I don't.

Anyhoo, I was gnawing on a piece of chocrat and one of the spikes hit. It was bad enough to make me gasp out loud, sucking in my breath against the pain. Unfortunately, it wasn't only breath I sucked in. Twas also chocrat. The melty chocrat immediately coated my windpipe, went into my lungs, not sure which but the result was inability to breath. I'm a fan of breathing, so I kept trying to do so. The fact that I'm typing tells you I eventually won that battle but it was touch and go for awhile and I was seeing spots. Hence my contention that chocrat almost killed me.

I am now going to take one of my vicodins (I have them to fight the worst of the neuropathy) so that the burning will subside and the spikes will go away for a few hours. I've had enough of that tonight.

Bet you all wish you were ME!!!

-- Guanna

Guanna, death by chocorat is supposed to involve so much indulgence that it kills ya. Choking on one measly bit just isn't doing it right.

Batty batday eve eve, Valkyrie. I went to send a resent to you today, but the boxes were the wrong sizes to fit the 2 things in, and then I found two boxes that fitted each item, but there wasn't room for the card. So, I figured I was chanelling CH, and decided to go with the two boxes and the card separately, so there'd be multiple items for you to have the torture of opening. Now we can open a up a betting book as to whether they'll all arrive together, and/or on Fryday.

Oh, and telling you about this two days before the postman can possibly arive is just my way (and probably CH's way) or making the batday anticipation battier. (Insert wicked batty grin here.)

unGlad I'm not the only bat with sleepy arms. Doc said she's pretty sure I'm not having TIA or stroke or anything nasty, but I'm having a CAT scan tomorrow just to make sure I have a brain. Oh, and to make it batty, I had to pay for a long consultation because she's trying to get used to the new confuser system and was verrra slow with it. There's a reason why she's not my normal doc.

I'm a fan of breathing, so I kept trying to do so.

Post a spew alert, huh? *I* almost died by hot dark chocorat because I inhaled when I read that... riot thru a mouthful of hot chocorat I was trying to swaller.

Not glad Guanna survived her almost death by chocorat, but Bron is riot, Guanna. Iffen youse guano die by chocorat, don't do it by choking.

In udder gnus, there innit any.

~Lurid

*I* almost died too... okay not really, but I once laughed while eating the coating off a Swiss Cake Roll and inhaled the coating and it covered my throat and I choked until I puked.

Yay.

Catty

Gee, I bet Guanna feels less spacial now that several of *us* have also had near-death by chocorat experiences.

In udder gnus, there innit any here neider. Must be OBNUG (One Bat No Udder Gnus, but youse all gnew that.)

~Lurid

sPam, I duzn't know if youse went to Huntsville, Texazz, or
Huntsville, Alabamymammy. Either way, there's a cold front sliding down
your way from the Colorado/Wyoming area. Temperature contrast in the
front looks like it'll set up for another tornadon't scenario. Iff'n
youse in Texazz, figger Thoisday night into Frieday moaning. If
Alabamymammy, figger Frieday night into Satireday moaning.

And, Catty? It'll be in your neck of the woods Satireday night into Sunday
moaning, but I stink it'll be modified enuff by then that it may not
kick off any twisters.

Anydamnedhow, youse bats keep yer heads down.

Slosh

Sounds as good as our lecture as student nurses on what to do if faced with a potentially violent patient.

'Never let them get between you and the door'

Knell 

Aimless, The Daily Show has been covering the giraffe theft story all week. By the way, did you notice the 'similar' story? It was "Indian police want to put severed head in museum". I wonder if it was the head of one of the stolen giraffes?

Near death by chocorat is apparently far too common in the cave. And yet we continue to imbibe this deadly substance. We are a courageous and dedicated flock.

-- Guanna