I don’t have many ex-friends. As you might imagine (or I hope that you do), I wouldn’t strive for and don’t have many ex-friends. These are people that have either decided we weren’t going to be friends any more for silly reasons or they are people who I have removed from my life for being too toxic (and it takes a lot to be that toxic).

At one point, one such ex-friend gave me a whistle. It has been sitting on my keychain for five or six years. Yesterday, it broke off. That was the last physical thing attaching me to that person. Now all I have is the story. That person has no place in my life and anything that might of reminded me is now gone. How bizarre for there to be an end.

Well, there are other things coming to an end. One, JD’s life is very close to coming to an end. Leah and I woke up to the painful and disgusting fact that JD went off like a sprinkler system in the night. Nothing like trying to remove that awful smell first thing in the morning and hope that nothing was ruined beyond cleaning. Please, I am always open to conversation, but do not tell me I should put him down. I know it’s an option. That’s the last thing I want to hear about. That said, I have a few last ideas of how to deal with JD before the big needle. I have no science to back this up, but we are having Elly spayed in a couple weeks. I can’t help but wonder, even though JD is neutered, if she is triggering something in him. The second idea is that if we buy a place than, in theory, there will be more room, more things to do and I can put them outside (on harnesses) to keep them happy. I think JD is both stressed out and bored and it doesn’t seem to be a good combination. This brings me to the next point.

A house of ones own. A couple of weeks ago, for the first time, we put an offer on a place. It sat without an offer for five weeks. The same night our offer goes in, another person puts in an offer. We didn’t get it. That was rough. Leah and I were both connected to that place. Well this week we put in another offer. It was better because we learned from the first time and invested less emotionally. This place had been on the market since January and sat until February. There was an offer, but it fell through. Another FIVE weeks went by without an offer and we put in an offer. Same night, so did someone else. We didn’t get it.

The extra interesting thing is that I am putting all the stress I am feeling into my neck/throat. Usually, I’d say normal stress goes straight to my shoulders. But no, this is not normal, this is serious, crazy stress and it’s all in my throat and it hurts. It’s like I have a sore throat, but I am not sick. How do I release it?

We are going back into the real estate fray tonight. See you on the other side… I hope.

And for the best moment in the whole movie:

As everyone knows, I love TV. As the majority of you know, I love Scrubs. As a few less of you know it’s more than love but more of a awkward, yet rewarding, obsession. For instance, I (we) named our cats JD and Eliot (Elly) after the two main characters in Scrubs (I need to upload some new pictures of Elly. She is much bigger now). As not many people know, last (two-ish) season of Scrubs were absolutely awful in my opinion. I still love all the old episodes, but the show lost it’s originality and settled down into comfortable plots that weren’t challenging. This has been a major disappointment for me. It’s like the time I found out that Julia Roberts isn’t the goddess I imagined her to be, but just another flawed person. I gave up stalking then and there (just kidding, if you didn’t know—she is a goddess).

I do have a certain penchant for medical drama’s (/comedies). I love House. Even though the episodes are so painfully formulaic, they still have enough fresh ideas that it doesn’t matter. Plus, Hugh Laurie is dreamy. He’s a good enough actor to hold it all together.

The one medical drama show that I never watched was Grey’s Anatomy. I had heard all about it and how great it was, but I felt that by watching it I would, essentially, be betraying my love for Scrubs. It has a lot to do with this (hilarious) bit from Scrubs:

But Scrubs betrayed me first, so I started watching Grey’s Anatomy and it is awesome. It funny, it’s well written and there’s all the drama I need to help me make it through my blissful drama-less days. I guess that’s all I really had to say. Scrubs went down the pooper. Grey’s Anatomy is awesome. And so I am going to watch it. Actually, I just finished watching what was completed from season 4. So I am going to watch all the seasons backwards for funzies.

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