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So much for plans..
Nov. 6th, 2010 01:02 pmLast night and this morning, I made a rather lovely pair of 1790's-1800's red silk stays. They are based on my extant pair (I traced around the blue ones and enlarged it by a couple of inches). They are actually quite comfortable and I love them already.
I was planning on wearing them to the Regency Tea but....that got seriously interrupted. I was on the way to the tea when I realized I didn't have directions and stupid gmail wouldn't let me look them up via my BB. So...I had to turn around. I got back on the beltway and came back home, hitting every single red light along the way. When I hit the light that is never red (it's for a crosswalk), I teasingly thought God must not want me to go to the party. Boy, was I ever right!
I got home, threw down the keys and left the front door open so Ginsie could go out while I looked up the info I needed. As I started to type in the address to my phone (map features are awesome), I heard an awful clang. It sounded like Ginsie had gotten into something and things were falling so I got up and went towards the front of the house. Well, it was Ginsie but the only thing that fell was her. She was having a Grand Mal seizure on the front porch.
This one lasted about a minute but it took her three minutes to get out of it before she went into Dorthy mode (where she runs with the whole "and you where there!" look on her face). She's still in Dorthy mode and it's been well over a half hour now. *sigh* I guess this means a vet visit soon!
I was planning on wearing them to the Regency Tea but....that got seriously interrupted. I was on the way to the tea when I realized I didn't have directions and stupid gmail wouldn't let me look them up via my BB. So...I had to turn around. I got back on the beltway and came back home, hitting every single red light along the way. When I hit the light that is never red (it's for a crosswalk), I teasingly thought God must not want me to go to the party. Boy, was I ever right!
I got home, threw down the keys and left the front door open so Ginsie could go out while I looked up the info I needed. As I started to type in the address to my phone (map features are awesome), I heard an awful clang. It sounded like Ginsie had gotten into something and things were falling so I got up and went towards the front of the house. Well, it was Ginsie but the only thing that fell was her. She was having a Grand Mal seizure on the front porch.
This one lasted about a minute but it took her three minutes to get out of it before she went into Dorthy mode (where she runs with the whole "and you where there!" look on her face). She's still in Dorthy mode and it's been well over a half hour now. *sigh* I guess this means a vet visit soon!