Jonathan Roy, Patrick’s son. Guess he takes after his dad, eh? Read the Yahoo! article here: Ex-NHL player, Quebec coach Patrick Roy and son suspended for brawl during game. You won’t catch me doing that. I don’t think.

Unfortunately, Basil’s condition has returned. The vet isn’t even sure if it’s pancreatitis of the pancreas or simply intestinal inflammation because he has too many things going on. Now he also has hyperthyroid and will be taking medication for that. Fortunately, we’ll be giving them to him by injection so it won’t disturb his tummy since he’s still throwing up. The doctor said he shouldn’t even be throwing up once a day, and we’re not talking about hairball spit. I’m very worried but trying not to be.

It’s weird, because Hopper and Angelo were afflicted with the same thing since this all started about a week ago. And yet Hee Seop was just fine. How is it that three out of four of our cats can have the pukies? In fact, Hee Seop had his annual check-up last Saturday and was given a clean bill of health.

Anyway, Hopper and Angelo stopped spitting up food after a couple of days, but I still had to follow them around the house because of the saliva/hairball spit. Both have finally coughed up hairballs, so hopefully that’ll be it. Then again, Hopper sometimes “pukes” for attention.

PLEASE, somebody! Exorcise me from this nearly obsessive interest I have in Britney ever since her meltdown! I even watched How I Met Your Mother last night to see how her guest appearance went! HELP!!!

That sounds kind of dirty to me.

So, hard as it is to believe (for me, anyway), Brian and I celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary this past Saturday. I mean, five whole years! That seems like such a long time.

As some of you know, we didn’t have a traditional wedding and not by choice (see Civil Ceremony). No planning, no guests, no *gasp* dress. We didn’t even get wedding rings until last year, though we haven’t worn them in a while because we’ve lost weight since then , but we wore them the night we celebrated! (I’ve put on weight since this recent depressive episode began, so mine fits as long as I don’t use soap or lotion; Brian rigged a rubber band to take up the slack on his. )

Dinner was at a businesspeople’s lunch place downtown, and was decent. Its advantage is that it’s across from the Lyric Opera, which is absolutely gorgeous both on the outside and even more inside. We had seats on the main floor at about the 14th row! (Last time I was there I had student tickets way up in the uppermost balcony! I could barely even read the subtitles on the screen.)

We saw Rossini’s Il barbiere di Siviglia, in subtitles. (You know: Bugs Bunny, “Figaro!” ) Though I’ve never seen it performed, it was absolutely excellent, particularly the way Nathan Gunn portrays Figaro the barber — totally cheeky. The opera takes place in the 18th century and is a romantic comedy in which the couple marries at the end, with only two witnesses and a notary, almost exactly like our wedding. In a way, it has put me on the road to acceptance of our non-traditional wedding.

I just don’t understand how a teeny little girl cat like Hopper can take a shit whose stink rivals a truck driver’s. No offense to truck drivers.