Last night my mom came over for dinner because she was up at a vet for Meta's recheck. For those of you who have not been updated...turns out my mom's cat was injured pretty badly from her Smokey attack. There was a puncture wound that we did not notice, and when my mom returned from florida (welcome home!) Meta had a huge infected abscess and hole in her stomach. After a pretty intense exploratory surgery, the vet determined that no organs or vital tissue had been punctured and that Meta's excessive fatness literally saved her life. They removed 1 pound of fat from her stomach and she is now recovering. Her entire stomach is stitched closed. DUMB DOG!!
Here is a blurry picture I have of Meta (pre-dog attack)
After dinner with my mom, Russ and I headed to Claddagh's to see Wes and Drew play because we hadn't gotten out to see them in weeks. We met Charissa, and Ed there and closed the place down. Russ, Wes and Drew had way too much Scotch and suffered all day today for it.
Russ, with a scotch induced grin, enjoying the show:
Charissa and Ed overcome with excitement at receiving sweet text messages from Charissa's HOT new man, Joe. LOVE HIM!!
Wes and Drew in the middle of a set:
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So I think I'll wait to link to your blog. People at work are circling the wagons on my private life apparently, and since you mention a specific name here.... it just adds fuel to the fire. Glad you love him though. :)
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