un tecate

my new favorite drink is a tecate, poured into a glass, with one freshly squeezed lime, and salt along the rim. mmm good.

new handmade glasses

i went to ikea for the FIRST TIME, and purchased these awesome glasses. 1.99 each

boris boy

i'm writing this saturday morning, but i'm going to backtrack and speak as if today is really friday. and, i continue forth: i called my mom this morning. from the moment she picked up the phone i sensed something had gone array. in fact they had: boris died that morning. the story went as follows: mom came home from picking nathan up in town, and usually boris hobbles to the car as soon as he hears her drive up. today he didn't. as she unloaded nathan from the car she noticed that bori was laying on the ground along the gravel pathway by the garden shed. she called, "borissss, borisboya!" but he gave no response. mom thought something was up, so she pushed nathan inside, and fetched eilene (the golden dog). outside they went and to her surprise bori had dissapeared. she called for him again and again while she walked the parameter of the garden. she soon approached bori who was lying on his side, tounge sticking out, blood streaming from mouth, and eyes bulging. she later went to say she doesn't know how anyone can be okay upon returning from war, for the sight she say of our cat was simply horrific enough. then, bori tilted his head up and squeaked, gosh his meow is pathetic. mom picked him up, rushed him to the vet, and waited for the prognosis. cookie, our usual vet wasn't working, so another woman helped bori out of his misery. supposedly, she thinks that bori was hit or run over by a car. additionally, she says that he may have fallen from a height of ten feet or more; however, that's highly unlikely because boris could barely get himself up the stairs to his bed. i guess they sedated him, maybe took some x-rays (i can't remember), and hooked him up to an i.v. he was doing fine and stable until this morning. mom got the call this morning, took the poor guy home, and buried him next to yoyo, nathan's old canine companion. mom's so cute, she said she's going to laminate a picture of him and post it on a stick just above his grave. no bowling balls mom?