After my last post, you may all wonder if I am insane. Presumably, yes.
I am over halfway done with my time here in Atlanta and Google video chat has saved my marriage. Too bad it wasn't around when we were doing that whole long distance engagement thing...
We chat about every day and our conversation revolves around a few questions I almost always ask Alex:
1) How is Lucy's leg?
2) How is Lola's
cancer?
3) How is your MRSA?
4) Is Ruben throwing up lately?
5) Are there any baby bunnies?
Here are some the typical responses:
1) Not good.
(Ow! She kept jumping over the fence to go eat chicken poop so Alex made the fence high enough that she couldn't jump over it. She still tried to, though...)
2) Not any bigger than yesterday.
3) Gone. For now.
4) Let's see. Yes.
5) Induced ovulators are the bane of my existence.
Read below if interested in the problem that sometimes happens with induced ovulators. FYI cats and camelids are also induced ovulators. Wouldn't that be strange if humans were?
(My apologies if that is too much information for anyone out there. Vet students, including myself, are pretty much desensitized to anything having to do with animal reproduction.)
That's about the extent of it. Our conversations are mind-bogglingly stimulating, which is what has to happen if you are going to have an interesting and exciting relationship.
Trust me. I'm almost a professional.
PS Thanks for all your concern about my gooberschnoozle. I finally won the war and the gooberschnoozle retreated, leaving in its wake a crater the size of Juneau.