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Jul. 28th, 2006 01:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
krazykitkatCheck Your Head was the wackiest episode ever of Without a Trace (and possibly many other series). Tim Busfield did a great job with the directing. We laughed a lot. Though Jack smiling was very scary. And the exchange at the end explained all:
Danny: We're morbid, Jack.
Jack: Why is that?
Danny: Well, unless something really bad is happening to somebody, it just doesn't feel like a day at the office.
Lesbians, agoraphobia, the Mob, ten pin bowling...
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Took CJ and Danny to the vet this morning. When they got their nails clipped a month or so ago, the vet found sores on their feet which we've been treating with iodine and parafin oil. Hasn't been easy, CJ in particular is a difficult patient. He hates being grabbed, squawks like mad, bites, wriggles, won't open his claw, or grabs hold of the cotton bud and then won't let go...and when you put him back in the cage he gives you the budgie death glare (yes, birds can glare).
I was worried that they weren't getting better, so took them back to the vet this morning. They're thankfully healing, hopefully won't have to torture them for too much longer.
Was a funny trip. CJ carried on when he was first put in the box, but then there was silence. Until partway there in the car, Danny started twittering. When we went into the vet, silence. Until after a few minutes waiting, the motor of the fridge in the waiting room started, and so did Danny. Then silence when we came out of the exam room, until the fridge motor started Danny off again. Then silence when we got into the car and partway home he started again.
When we got home I finally realised...the fridge motor and the radio are the sounds of home, and made Danny feel comfortable and he responded. Their cage is in the kitchen area, near the fridge, and we have the radio on every morning.
Danny: We're morbid, Jack.
Jack: Why is that?
Danny: Well, unless something really bad is happening to somebody, it just doesn't feel like a day at the office.
Lesbians, agoraphobia, the Mob, ten pin bowling...
*
Took CJ and Danny to the vet this morning. When they got their nails clipped a month or so ago, the vet found sores on their feet which we've been treating with iodine and parafin oil. Hasn't been easy, CJ in particular is a difficult patient. He hates being grabbed, squawks like mad, bites, wriggles, won't open his claw, or grabs hold of the cotton bud and then won't let go...and when you put him back in the cage he gives you the budgie death glare (yes, birds can glare).
I was worried that they weren't getting better, so took them back to the vet this morning. They're thankfully healing, hopefully won't have to torture them for too much longer.
Was a funny trip. CJ carried on when he was first put in the box, but then there was silence. Until partway there in the car, Danny started twittering. When we went into the vet, silence. Until after a few minutes waiting, the motor of the fridge in the waiting room started, and so did Danny. Then silence when we came out of the exam room, until the fridge motor started Danny off again. Then silence when we got into the car and partway home he started again.
When we got home I finally realised...the fridge motor and the radio are the sounds of home, and made Danny feel comfortable and he responded. Their cage is in the kitchen area, near the fridge, and we have the radio on every morning.
