Robin's dog got sick last week. (Robin is my office mate). One thing I've learned about Texans is that they are very serious about their dogs. For example, Robin told me that she would do anything for her dog, and she was completely serious about it. If her husband told her that either Cocoa left or he left, she would choose Cocoa. Thus, Cocoa being sick is a huge deal.
To make it even worse, the vet thinks that Cocoa might have cancer. Imagine her devastation. I was definitely more sad for Robin than I was when I heard that my boss (the one I don't like) got some serious kidney stones in Hawaii and had surgery for them yesterday. He's a rich man with top-tier health insurance; he'll be fine.
That is the bog news in Texas. Also, it has been in the hundreds for three weeks. We're adjusting better to the heat. I'm still trying to convince David that he would be cooler if he wore sandals, but he is very anti-sandals.
I forgot how green it is in the north until I saw pictures on someone's facebook. The grass is dry and dead here.
The head office worker in the philosophy department volunteered to show me how to make salsa. She's a thorough Texan, so this should be fun. I miss doing summer freezing/canning/blanching with my family.
*KatieW*
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