Well my medical adventures are over. At least for the time being, anyway. Timir is done with his worm medicine and we don't have to put the eye gel in anymore. We're both happy about that.

I went to Subway for lunch and as I was pulling out of the parking lot, a woman crossed in front of me wearing green flip-flops, jeans rolled up to her knees and a pink belly shirt. She had a good body and all, but she was clearly on the far side of 40. I was totally thinking how age-innapropriate the outfit was and I must've made a face or something because she turned to me and said, "Yeah, I know it's a great outfit." So leaned out of the car and made a growling noise. I was completly shocked that she knew what I was thinking. And if she knew she looked odd, why go out of the house like that?