  That flu was terrible. Made me imagine what amoebic dysenntry might be like. Kurt colorfully told the doctor "It sounds like she's pouring buckets of water into the toilet! " *sigh* But it's over and done with, i hope. Went to finally get my licence changed over. Turns out our marriage certificate is invalid because the lady that performed the ceremony forgot to write down Kurt's last name. I find it very peculiar that nothing, and I mean NOTHING in the last signifigant chunk of time has worked out as it should.
I mean, the world is an imperfect place. I accept that. But to be completely backassward? Give me a break, seriously. Waiting for the other shoe to drop ought not to be considered a vocation. And besides, it's never the Big Bad that drives you over the ledge, it's always going to be some stupid thing that eventually wears down a sane person's resolve, and makes them want to bash in their fellows' brains in. Or hey, maybe it's me. It's entirely possible I overestimated how much customer service we were going to get at Wal-mart. I think that Wal-mart has the staff it does to in order to prevent shoplifting, rather than any form of customer service. I'm the first to admit that I'd rather be shoveling monkey crap that being the wonk who has to do the serving, but hot damn. We spent an hour of wandering aimlessly around the store, in hopes that some noble blue vest would answer whether or not Wal-mart carried soft cat carriers that are ok to use on a plane.
Lots of people, no answers. Alas. Also, if the cat's my carry on, would it necessarily matter if it were airline approved? Could I, in fact, shove her in a book bag, provided I did not give a pair of fetid dingoes' kidneys about her comfort? These are the questions. I borrowed Minako's copy of "Dumbo", and I've got 'pink elephants' stuck in my head. Clippity-cloppity! 
