The One Where Jodie Signs Off?

I'll try to make this short as Murphy's snoring is making me want to do the same. If you think of it or remember to do so, please pray for this little guy as he visits the vet again this morning (it's the fifth time in about four months). Hopefully the vet will find that the toxins in his body and heart murmur have been cured.

So...

I found out tonight after church that Jodi's name actually has an "e" at the end of it. So it's "Jodie," not "Jodi." I won't bother fixing my previous posts - since at the time, I knew "Jodi" to be correct - and so did Publix, apparently. She informed me this evening that she will no longer be employed by Publix. Not even two days a week - so she lied to me (shame on her). She will be spending her days facilitating kickball (and I'm sure along with many other fun activities) with kids at a local school. Katherine Elizabeth Hart - maybe you could pull some strings? Haha, J/K. I won't entertain (or bore) you with the details of this fun-filled, potential swan song by her. Let me just say that this encounter was amusing and could be entertaining to type out and read in the forseeable future (or maybe not - I shall keep y'all in suspense). I wished her well as a I departed tonight. She told me to have a good life...how nice of her.

The other reason for this entry is to let you know that all of the pictures have been uploaded from the white water/camping trip. I just need a little more time to tweak them and to gather about some proper prose. In the meantime, enjoy the wonderful pollen-ladened air in Tallahassee. I know all of the cars in this town, along with thousands of nostrils, are welcoming these tiny yellow particles with glee. God is so good even in the midst of Spring's pillar of familiarity. Be free in Him...

~KH

P.S. "Dreamer: Inspired by a true story" came out this week. Rent it or buy it. Reference The One With Soñador...

BTW - just got back from the vet and adding this little blurb. Murphy's toxin level is right smack dab in the middle of the normal range and his heart is sounding good. Murph was not a happy camper today. They had to actually get me to go back there to get him from their cage into his pet carrier, whilst the vet listened to his heart in the process. The little guy sounded as if Howard and I were shaving him. He can barely meow now his vocal chords are gone. The boy was dead asleep this morning on my bed when I swooped him up to bring him to the vet. You're doing well now buddy (and he's already out cold on my bed) - praise God...