A blurry Olivia overlooks a headless Quint. Yes, odd things sometimes happens here at Colehaus. Or maybe Mom’s photography “skills” are the odd thing. That’s more likely.
That’s much better. And proof that life after Quint’s dental surgery is back to normal. Those photography skills continue to be “normal,” meaning anything wonky could happen.
Usually, sometime in May, we seem to go through an electronics failure thing. Or a mechanical failure thing. Or a technical failure thing. Or a combination of all the above. It’s like clockwork around here. Something always fails here at home in May. It simply . . . is.
This year, just to mix things up a bit, our technical failure happened in April with our outgoing email, apparently, not going out. We received email, but, and only after a few weeks of not noticing this, any email we sent, didn’t go out. Instead, it piled up somewhere and waited until someone noticed, “Hey! Our outgoing email isn’t outgoing!”
We still don’t understand how this happened or why and only after rebuilding every last thing every evening until way, way past a proper bedtime, it appears to be working again, relatively correctly even as of late yesterday.
If you sent us an email sometime between yesterday and oh, let’s say the middle of last March and heard nothing back, please assume we probably did not ignore you. We’re working toward re-replying to every one. Well, all those who aren’t asking for help recovering their lost millions and those who insist they have the cure for eliminating hair on toes, eliminating belly fat, and eliminating money from wallets.
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2020 – No post 2019 – No post 2018 – No post 2017 – One Word Wednesday 2016 – No post 2015 – No post 2014 – No post 2013 – Tessa’s Flowers 2012 – No post
Quint is recovering from his big dental surgery yesterday. He’s comfortable at the moment and that’s what’s important. Also, he was the bestest boy ever to have three toofies removed (one included drilling out the whole root) and back at home, he only growled at Mom once. And that was after she gave him some pain medication so, it’s like he had an excuse.
Apparently, he’d been in so much pain from his teeth lately (he was born with bad teeth genes, like some people are), he was even aware of the pain while he was under for his surgery. Poor boy!
A good restful weekend is on tap for him, and just in time, Mom might join him, as long as there’s no more growling, she says. She’s off work this weekend and it’s allergy season. Viola knows the best cure is to sleep right through that sneezy, sniffly time of year, especially when one has an appropriate box to go with one’s adorableness!