"The Satan loving, electricity burning tree killer"

As some of you know, CL sold her writer's soul at the delicate age of 15, so she can publish porn and graphic novels.  At the virginal age of 22 (stop laughing!), she merged the genres to create killer cannibalistic bunnies and porn-lovin gargoyles for a small-- but mighty-- comic book publisher.  She was doing some random "folklore research" about her porn-lovin gargoyles this morning, when CL found this tidbit on the internet. (http://thewvsr.com/gargoyle.htm)

Me?  I just wish she would finish her "research" so we can practice our wheelchair walking.  I'm on (yet another) diet, and I need my exercise.  She has kept me in this sit/stay for over 20 minutes!

Forgiven?

Do you forgive me?

Please?

Pretty please, with ears on top?

PSYCH!

You messed with the wrong Formosan Mountain Dog when you left me for 3 days! 
Wait~ what's that? 
What are you doing? 
Don't you dare put my bodacious booty on the internet, don't you dare~

Damn wench.

Home Sweet Home?

Remember this?

Well, I sang a different tune, this time around...

Why unlimited wi-fi during hopitalization...

...is a very bad idea for a horror author with anger issues:

(thanks Onion)
Home sweet home.  Soon.  No hospital drama, no problems-- and the official "green light" for CL to resume outpatient PT.  I don't think a single human being has been more excited to walk on a treadmill...

Yummmmm...?

Remember this?

Crazy lady has progressed to this:

Something tells me that my raw diet is a huge improvement over CL's menu, these days...;-)

What in the world...?

Crazy lady is back in the hospital.  They are taking pictures of her brain, and torturing her with awesome seizure tests.  Check out her head:

Plus, she has a view!

(and yes, that's a video EEG in the corner, monitoring her every move)  The folks at the Kaiser Redwood City hospital have been wonderful.  After her disastrous rehab experience, CL was worried about another hospital visit. I could have told her-- no worries, this time-- the level of care in the neurology unit is outstanding. 

Oh, and me?  I'm at the Grandparents, until Judy picks me up and I have the opportunity to torment Popeye:

(and no, I am NOT spoiled!)

Wordless Wednesday

(learn more about Buddy here.  He's just visiting us, today...)