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Why there was even that *one* time when -- fairly early in our courtship -- my then boyfriend (now hubby) was over for dinner. He (boyfriend) must have turned down a second helping of butter beans (or some other mushy form of fiber) when my dad -- in his best Sheriff Andy Taylor drawl -- exclaimed, "B___, Ahh SUMtimes wurreh 'bowt yer reg-ye-LAIR-teh! (translation: B___, I sometimes worry about your regularity!") The rest of the meal was a blur. I'm surprised I didn't get dumped (pun intended). :)
But, enough about me! You might recall from yesterday that my old cat, Charlie, has been down with some bad tummy upset (hint: not constipation), which at her age, could have conceivably been her demise. However, this morning, there in her own private litterbox -- a turd! The old girl is still in the game. :) What a relief!
Carry on, y'all. :)
In Memoriam: Charlie (Chatting it up in kitty heaven), 1991 - June 2, 2011