Couch 105-The couch with no issues.

Because in my house it is rover and rover not rover and mittens. Think about the kitpups.

Plus they almost immediately go back to ignoring me and engaging in their usual snuggly affairs.

The love that dare not speak its name.

Okay, I am showered and clean. Now to relax before heading to CVS in a bit. It was calm yesterday, which was good compared to Monday. Hopefully it will be calm today as well. Then tomorrow, I don't care if it is calm or busy as I will be there solely to put the truck shipment away. So, I will not have to deal with customers that day. Me and another truck expert are the only ones delegated to truck only that day. It was supposed to be here at 7 tonight, which is why I was working tonight, but now it is not getting here until midnight (after the pharmacy is closed), so I was moved to come in tomorrow instead. Whatever, it works. I would rather be delegated solely to truck and putting stock away. So much easier than dealing with the weird customers that the holidays drive out of the woodwork.

I need to clean still, I was going to spend all day tomorrow cleaning, but now that I have to work in the morning, I can only spend half the day cleaning...hmmm....I guess I will do the other 1/2 on Christmas before heading to dad's. Or after dad's as I doubt I will stay long as I can't handle being there more than a couple hours. Or less if they start on the I need to lose weight crap. They aren't exactly small...so they have no room to talk.

I just laugh at work because one of my co-workers is trying to lose weight and has lost 30 pounds over the last 4 months. She is now at 160 pounds. I weigh 158. I laugh that I weigh almost as much as her and she lost too much (kidding of course). She is 5'8" and I am only 5"0". Her response back is that I have more muscle and muscle weighs more than fat, so I look great. I guess she can say that about women, since she looks at women in that way. I don't care that she is gay, she is a nice person and that is all that matters. I just had to tease her not long ago because she got in a verbal fight with her wife and punched a wall and broke her hand. I told her that is why marriage sucks (to a man or women). I don't have any interest in getting married.

In my house, it is the dog that seems embarrassed by the affair. The cat is all, "what?? Move along, this doesn't concern you" to me. The dog meanwhile is trying to scoot away from the cat while looking chagrined, saying, "he made me. Really this isn't what it looks like." As soon as I leave the dog is back rolling around with the cat.

Does anyone really believe that animals don't communicate?

Not if they live in my house.

I bought two small doggie stockings for our dogs a few days ago. My sons put them under the tree, unopened. My Scottish terrier immediately plopped herself down right next to them and absolutely knows they are hers. When we ask her if she's getting a present, she trots over to the tree and plops herself right back down again. Too smart for her own good.

Have a lovely Christmas couchies xxx

I fully believe if mine had thumbs -I would become more of a minion/slave to them than I already am.

Too late in our house . . .

I am, admittedly, not an animal person (and a thousand people *gasp* LOL). I just don't bond with animals. I grew up with a rather friendly black lab but I didn't particularly enjoy being around him. :-/

I wonder what a psychodynamic T would say about that. I claim it's genetic. My dad doesn't like animals. My grandmother (his mom) didn't like them either...

My children will probably own like twenty cats because I deprive them.

My dad and his mother were not keen on animals and either. My mom and other grandmother and grandfather were. I tell my father my menagerie is his fault.

. One therapist I see adores her dog and the other freely admits she is not an animal person. The funny part is when the first tries to use animal analogy to manipulate me.

My father was incredibly uncomfortable around animals, so we had none. A week after his funeral, my mother went out and acquired her first cat since before their marriage. That cat has passed on, but was the first of several cats she has acquired since his death.

Both my sister and I have multiple cats. My brother prefers dogs, but also travels a lot for work so he doesn't actually own one.

I could probably turn into one of those crazy dog people that have a jillion dogs if I had the money and the space for them. I like cats too, but my allergies don't unfortunately.

My dad was, at best, indifferent about dogs. He was more of a cat person. All animals LOVE my mother; they just can't leave her alone.

Best dog I've ever met though is my nephew's Chesapeake Bay Retriever. He is the calmest, smartest animal I have ever encountered. I've read up some about the breed and apparently that is their usual temperament. Everyone LOVES that dog. He goes everywhere with my nephew and it is really funny when he arrives. Everyone yells, "Louie!!" to the dog and remembers to greet my nephew as an afterthought. We had an auction at our family reunion last summer, and as a joke, my niece put an auction form on Louie's head. He just lay there under the table -- right where my nephew had told him to stay -- and patiently rested while everyone wrote bids on the sheet while it was still attached to his head. I think the closing bid was 2 million dollars.

My T is a big animal person. Dogs. Horses. He lives out in the country and his wife was apparently talking about getting goats.

I currently live across from a cornfield (not nearly as far out as my T though!) and my husband is trying to find a job in a city somewhere. I adore the city and miss it terribly!

hey all, guess I really need to keep an eye out for my depression. I had a really hard time getting out of bed a little bit ago(noon). That's a pretty good sign it's coming but hopefully not. It scares me to think it might be starting. We'll see how it goes. I cancelled my appt with the NP yesterday and rescheduled for January 19. Ugh. That might have been a mistake. I guess I need to see how it goes. I might be jumping to conclusions.

Just keep an eye on it. Sometimes sleeping in late one day just means we needed some extra sleep, but I completely understand worrying about those warning signs. Are you on a different schedule right now due to the holidays? Sometimes that throws my sleep schedule off. (Who am I kidding? That ALWAYS throws my sleep schedule off.)

So I'm sitting here in shorts with the doors wide open because it is a gorgeous 73 degrees two days before Christmas. It isn't supposed to get cool around here until next week I think. Can I put some cold weather on order for Christmas? Just not the right weather for the occasion.

Where I am they're calling for 75 degrees tomorrow and possible thunderstorms. Which is quite unseasonably warm for here. I thought Santa was supposed to navigate through snow, not lightning! I'm ready for winter weather, too, though my daughter loves being outside, so I'd rather chase her around in this than in 20-degree weather!

I'm working afternoons...started about 3 weeks ago but I've normally been up around 10am. I am tired still and have to be at work at 2...leave around 145pm about an hour from now.

Update on my heart transplant friend: He's being moved over to the rehab hospital tomorrow! One step closer to being able to go home. Amazing progress in 10 days. He posted this morning that he's going to have a great day! That any day with a new transplanted heart is a good day. That he knows he was within a day or two of dying if a heart hadn't been found, and they found one in 3 days, and he now totally plans to outlive us all! Amazing blessing!

I got along better with the pit bull that lived next door to my mother, than i did with my mother. Honestly i think that dog felt sorry for me because of the way my mother acted towards me. The dog was always glad to see me; mom, not so much

Eta - its in the 60s F and im wearing sandals.

My son told me yesterday that he is "not a dog person." He said they are generally aggressive, competitive, "full of themselves," rude, and stink. He then went on to add "they are all the things I despised in adolescent youth" (when he was in junior high).

My son is a Zen-like male. Always has been. Old soul. Peaceful. And thus endured a fair amount of bullying in school. That has resolved now that he's in college.

Anyway, he agreed with me that not all dogs are like that. But he is a cat person.

I'm trying to deduct why I always get physically more sick on days I work. Could it be anxiety? I used to have serious issues with anxiety before I took care of grandma for 2 years and now that I've been back in the work world I'm afraid it started again. Had this problem at Panera too and went to doc and nothing they could find. Makes me suspect anxiety???

I also prefer cats, but...he doesn't think cats are full of themselves and rude? Because every cat I've ever met has been.

Something else one wouldn't go commando in!