Saint Taco

SAINT TACO: The Patron Saint of Tacos

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NYC Tumblr Meetup

Hey, guys! (red-bird-writes, alliegets, ellegolightly, glassowhine, amavalapizza, perkieandmowgli)…and anyone else if I’m having a brain fart!

As I mentioned in a previous post, Mani and I will be in NYC next week for Labor Day Weekend and would love to get together with you guys. 😁

We’re thinking somewhere in Brooklyn next Friday or Saturday night. I know at least a few of y’all live there and figured it’d be convenient for you guys. (We also have a couple of friends in Brooklyn who we’d like to meet up with the same night. So doubly convenient).

I’ll message you guys individually once we nail down a day. Feel free to message me with your contact info. Also, feel free to invite whoevs. The more the merrier. 🎊

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Favorite Judge is going on a cruise from New England to Spain. He’ll be gone for 6 effing weeks. Curses, old man!

Must be nice to be in the 8 hour leave category: 26 days of annual leave + 10 federal holidays ~ 7 full workweeks off and some change every year.

I’m not complaining. I’m currently in the 6 hour leave category, which isn’t too shabby. But Favorite Judge has unlocked the true baller status achievement level, and I have 11 more years of service to go to get on his level.

This isn’t a real problem.

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Tuesday WOD:

Decline press.
Reverse lunges + shoulder press.
Back extensions.
8-Minute Abs.
2 miles + walk to and from track.

Bonus: creamy cilantro-lime dressing I made for last night’s salad. Eat your heart out, Chuy’s.

Thanks for all the words of support re: Tofu’s surgery. 😘 The furry diva’s doing just fine, thank you. I knew she was feeling better after icing her foot yesterday afternoon. I gave her a new rawhide bone to distract her. Then I sat down next to her and held an ice pack over her foot. She stopped chewing her bone, looked me dead in the eyes, and kicked the ice pack off her foot. She did this all without breaking eye contact. Seriously, ho? The sassy pug is back in business.

Unfortunately, Mani has to go into the office today for a few hours. My mom saved the day, though, and offered to come over and watch Tofu while we’re at work. It’s gonna be pug grandma and resident cone-of-shame wearer day today. Thanks, mom!

I’m getting ansty about her test results. More information, please? Good or bad? Preferably now-ish? Kthxbai.

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Tofu’s surgery today went well! The vet said the tumor shrank by half. The vet was therefore able to excise more potentially cancerous tissue around the tumor than expected! Poor Tofu is drugged up and rocking the cone of shame, but she seems happy overall. 

She hates, hates, HATES her cone, though. She won’t stop crying or pawing at it. It’s breaking my heart, but she has to get used to it. The vet said she has to wear it for at least a week to prevent her from from chewing on her sutures. 

On the bright side, Mani’s out buying Tofu a personal pan pizza. The poor pug hasn’t eaten in almost 24 hours, and pizza makes everything better. 🍕 Pizza’s her favorite food after all. She’s a pug with very discriminating taste. I’m glad Mani will be home with her on days I’m at the office this week. 

By the end of the week, we find out whether the surgery was successful (in other words, if the vet excised all of the cancer cells). We also find out about grading. Heavy stuff, man, but I’m praying for the best. 🙏

Looks like my 3-mile run isn’t happening tonight. I have a pug beside me who needs a lot of cuddling and comfort.

Tofu’s surgery today went well! The vet said the tumor shrank by half. The vet was therefore able to excise more potentially cancerous tissue around the tumor than expected! Poor Tofu is drugged up and rocking the cone of shame, but she seems happy overall.

She hates, hates, HATES her cone, though. She won’t stop crying or pawing at it. It’s breaking my heart, but she has to get used to it. The vet said she has to wear it for at least a week to prevent her from from chewing on her sutures.

On the bright side, Mani’s out buying Tofu a personal pan pizza. The poor pug hasn’t eaten in almost 24 hours, and pizza makes everything better. 🍕 Pizza’s her favorite food after all. She’s a pug with very discriminating taste. I’m glad Mani will be home with her on days I’m at the office this week.

By the end of the week, we find out whether the surgery was successful (in other words, if the vet excised all of the cancer cells). We also find out about grading. Heavy stuff, man, but I’m praying for the best. 🙏

Looks like my 3-mile run isn’t happening tonight. I have a pug beside me who needs a lot of cuddling and comfort.

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