I’m tellin’ ya it just hurt my feet to walk now
In a similar vein as Gabe’s most recent post, Moose is now officially neutered. He went in on Wednesday at eight in the morning and we got him back at three that afternoon. Moose is doing well, not that he noticed that anything is missing.
I guess that when Jess went to pick the pooch up, he was barking so loud, she could hear him from the back of the vet’s office. Apparently, he had been barking since the moment the anesthesia wore off. The vet told Jess that once she got Moose home to see if he can drink a little bit of water, if he could keep it down. When she did get Moose home he drank a little bit of water and ate an entire bowl of food. So much for being effected by his surgery.
Because of his surgery, we were not able to take Moose to Bend this weekend, so Jess went with her sister and I stayed back with the dog. Pratt drove down to the Grove where we dined on beer and marveled at NCAA College Football 2006, of which I trounced Pratt’s Kingston Kites with my Salt Lake State University Shakers in Morton Stadium. We had the couch pulled all the way up TV as to not miss a single pixel of the game.
Saturday morning Pratt was gracious enough to accompany me to downtown Springfield to pick up a desk. Two weeks ago, Jess and I were in a store and saw this old oak desk, Jess really liked the desk but we didn’t have the truck yet so there was no way to bring it back to the Grove in her civic without strapping it to the roof, which would have made some serious dents. Since Jess was gone, I thought I’d pick up the desk and surprise her. Although I was having some serious doubts when we were putting the desk in the truck, the desk did fit (quite easily) into the house, down the hallway and into the office. I spent most of Saturday night unloading a bookshelf, fixing the bookshelf, and then reloading the bookshelf so the desk would fit without blocking the heater… just my silly obsession with not having my house on fire. After that, I loaded up Jess’ old desk with the stuff from her old desk.
Waiting until Sunday afternoon to spring my surprise was painful, when she would call I would inevitable almost slip up and tell her that I had her desk already—which would have been hard to back out of. “Uh, what I meant is… uh, I put a wood polish on it for you. Yeah, that’s the ticket.” When Jess did finally arrive, she was completely surprised which made it incredibly fun for me to watch her reaction. I definitely think I should buy her desks more often.