gadgets and injuries

Wednesday was a good day. The traffic was too heavy to use cruise control on the way to AL, but it was moving along ok. Scott called me as I was almost there, and I guess I had the music too loud to hear my phone, even in my lap. He just wanted to know if I needed anything from the store.

Barb miscalculated the time per pound for their roast, so "dinner" wasn't until 3:00 or so. We even opened presents before eating, which we never do. I was only being polite. I could have eaten when I got there! Fuckers. I wasn't waiting on a stinking carcass! I took my T0furky slices thinking they were having ham sandwiches as usual. Oh well. I just made some extra lima beans from Barb's apocalypse cabinet.

So Scott got me a Garm!n, but he mistakenly assumed I'd want the one without voice commands. I guess that's because I talked back to his so much. I want the option! It would definitely be easier than trying to read that think and drive. So, he is returning that one, and the new one is already on its way. He's the (gadget) man!

Dad and Barb gave us cash. And a pink P3d Egg. Why? Why does she continue to buy me pink things when I've told her flat out that I hate it? P3d Eggs are cool, though. I have one, so I gave the pink one to Stacey, because I knew she wanted one. She also gave me some Pr@da lotion by mistake. See, she gave Donna a bottle of cologne, and I said I liked it. She said, oh go get the bottle out of the bathroom closet. I didn't realize until I got home that it was lotion. I asked her about it, and she said, D'oh! I'll get you some cologne and Donna some lotion next time. Apparently she has a connection.

I told Allan not to get me anything, so he didn't. I'm buying gifts next year, dammit.

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Thursday was pleasant, as well. No more traffic than we're used to on the way to (fucking) Gwinnett. Jeff took the new rifle to show it off. Silly. My BIL sent me home with some handgun handling and tactical instructional videos. I've watched one, and it was very interesting, if long. Luckily it isn't make for women or complete novices, or I'd probably be annoyed. The first one talked about reloading and clearing malfunctions in "critical situations."

Anyway, I took my fake steak, and they had ham with out home grown green beans and corn, and mashed potatoes, etc. There was sweet potato pie, but no whippy cream. Bummer.

We got cash from his mom, and we gave her the DVD/VCR player she wanted. She wrote that I could call her mom if I wanted to on my card. She always does that. I wrapped his niece's gift card in 4-5 boxes (with extra weight added) just for fun. Hey, I didn't get to wrap much of anything this year or last. I love wrapping gifts. It reminded me of when Jeff did that to me when we were dating, except that time the big box was from a TV, and there were metal weights inside to throw me off.

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Jeff had to go in for a while on Friday, but got a free steak lunch from his boss. I got a lot of cleaning and file purging done.

On Saturday, we went to the gun show. Holy shit. There was a long line of people waiting to get inside 30 minutes after the doors opened. I've never seen that before. Everyone's buying into the panic/hype. Luckily Jeff doesn't buy into it, even after reading an article in a gun magazine at his sister's. We just wanted to get some ammo, since we were out of almost everything. We ended up getting another 9mm, though, and it is sweet. It's not as small as the one I carry sometimes, though. And the price was right. We figured 9mm rounds were cheaper than 40, which is what we wanted initially. And those two calibers are very close.

That place was so crowded that I started to get angry, and the urge to elbow people. At one ammo table, a guy was on my right, Jeff on the left. He was asking a question about a box of ammo. The dude leans over ans says, "What....?" I don't know what all he said. The singing of my eyebrows from his swamp mouth distracted me. I mean, there is bad breath (he wasn't the only one), but this dude had something rotting in there. Srsly.

I wanted to look at some knives, but the aisle was so crowded that I started to get claustrophobic. So, I got out of there and off to the side while Jeff waited to get the rest of our ammo.

We shared a special moment (ha) with his friend, Chuck, who bought a mini 14 that was in excellent shape. After getting Jeff's opinion (in good shape, good price), I told him, you know you want it. And he did.

We also ran into one of his co-workers, one of the guys who went shooting with us. I think that's it. No one else we knew. Too many people.

On Sunday, we ran a bunch of errands. Took nearly all day. Later, we watched Wanted. Eh. The best part was when he told his annoying boss to shut the fuck up. Angelina's hot, though, if a bit thin.

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I made the mistake of trying to catch the Coltranes by myself this morning. I caught the boys without too much problem (or injury), but not their sister. Even scruffed, she is dangerous. She bit the shit out of my finger. Believe it or not, with all my cats and the strays I've dealt with, this is the worst I've even been bitten. It's slightly swollen and painful, but it doesn't look too bad. I washed my hands, used peroxide, Neospor!n, and bandaged it within 10 minutes.

The vet I saw in the morning told me to go to my doctor to get antibiotics (and clean it often). I want to wait until tomorrow to see if it gets worse. I do not like to take antibiotics at the drop of a hat.

Jeff caught her with a towel with hardly any problem. Fucker. He said he guessed I was being too rough. WTF ever. She started it.

The vet I saw this afternoon told me to keep it out of bandages, soak it in Epsom salt, keep moving it around, and watch for red lines coming from it. I left a message with my doctor's office, since I was getting such conflicting opinions (online), but I probably won't hear from the until tomorrow.

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I probably forgot some stuff, but that's enough for now. Time to go soak my injury.