Me: This is Jenny.
Victor: Hey, why don’t they make chocolate slurpees?
Victor: Chocolate slurpees. Why don’t they exist?
Me: They do. They’re called Mocha Frappuccinos.
Victor: Nope. Not the same thing. Frappuccino’s don’t have that little spoon on the end of the straw like slurpees do.
Me: Those are Icees, not slurpees.
Victor: Next time I go into Starbucks I’m going to be all, “I want a spoon on my straw, a-hole!” How else are you gonna get that little last bit in the bottom, huh? Spoon straw!
Victor: They need to join forces, 7-11 and Starbucks.
Victor: Or maybe a slurpamachiato. Now that would be an Unholy Union.
Me: So did you actually need something from me or…?
Victor: Doo-Doo, Wa-Wa.
Me: Huh. What was that?
Victor: That’s my Anti-Christ music.
Me: Of course it is.
Bubba update: He’s home and he seems much happier but he still can’t use his back legs although his thighs are starting to work more, and the purple foot is way pinker. Yay! He’ll be living in our bathtub for the next 6 weeks. If he can’t get back at least one leg by then we’ll put him down. And before you judge me, it’s a garden tub, so yeah, it’s pretty swanky. Also, we had him shaved so he’ll be easier to clean. Mindy was all “Oh God, you aren’t going to show your poor, shaved tub-cat on your blog are you?” and the answer is: Of course I’m going to show my shaved, paralyzed tub-cat on my blog. That’s pretty much what blogs are made for. I’m surprised you didn’t know this.