...it helps that the vet has drop-dead gorgeous TV star looks, and is nice, as well. Okay, so I'm happily married and like...20 years too old for this guy. But I can look all I want. Like my husband says, if you stop looking, you're dead. I took my younger cat Melody in for her shots and checkup. She was such a good kitty. She didn't act one bit aggressive even when he was clipping her nails or giving her 4 shots. Including rabies--it's terrible, but we have rabies out here in Suffolk County for the first time in 60 years. Some idiot probably brought a baby raccoon home from Upstate New York and let it loose when it got big and aggressive. But anyway, the vet was in his late 20s to early 30s, dark, wavy hair, amazing blue eyes, friendly personality. Not one of these professionals who has an 'attitude' because they are a doctor. This guy belongs on a TV show, no kidding. And for the record, I think my husband, who looks nothing like this, is even more handsome than he was at 17.
1 comment:
I know, Janice--it was always nice to brag we hadn't had it here, but no more.
Post a Comment