Prep is underway for Edda’s pancake breakfast on Saturday. Jeremy ordered all the buttermilk from the creamery and we got all the bacon this year from Costco. Edda’s birthday always sends me spinning out a little because I get a little weepy about all the things a typical 12-year-old girl should be doing that Edda’s missing out on. I tried explaining my feelings about it to Keyla this evening – she was trying to coach me – be happy that she’s healthy! be happy that she’s happy! I know, I know. I try, believe me, I try.
We are not pulling Ruby’s tooth. I drove extra far today to a vet – highly recommended – who will do only reasonable things for reasonable prices. He was great. We’ll do the wait and see. Everyone was impressed at how well Ruby was doing. The receptionist even was like – you wrote she was born in ’01 – is that right? Yep.