If you can’t eat it or play with it, just pee on it and walk away.
Wanna go out and play?
I’m a mystery writer–read my ‘about me’ page to find out more. Feel free to check out the excerpts from my Doggoned Mystery series and take a look at my favorite pictures of our garden and what was once our pond. The Bull Pen page has pictures of our bullies and friends.
My kitchen table, stacked high with Halloween decorations for the porch, groans under the load. Two giant cauldrons are in the living room all filled with more stuff. Later, one will brim over with candy and glow in the dark bracelets.
A roll of chicken wire is on the back porch ready to become the giant-sized Audrey 2.
We are 1 day behind schedule so I will play catch up tomorrow and Wednesday after my appointment with my cardiologist.
I’ve reserved Thursday for cooking and final prepping the porch for Friday. The main decorations don’t go up until Friday, we had thefts in the early years and learned our lesson.
All day Friday, we’ll decorate and finish Audrey 2, hoping fervently we finish in time for trick or treating.
Tomorrow, the hanging of the landscaping fabric begins.
Saturday, G and I went to the farmers market. I bought a very smoked ham hock. Sunday’s dinner was fresh ham and bean soup. Super smoky and delicious. I tend to use the simple recipe on the bag of navy beans. It never fails.
My sanity is slipping away.
“This is why we can’t have nice things. Not the dogs, not me, YOU, you are the reason.”
This I said after The Curmudgeon managed to ruin one of our fairly new rugs. No, not the smaller of the two either. Death rays poured from my eyes and I came so very, very close to losing it permanently.
The foam and spray glue arrived. I can stuff the Audrey 2 hand puppet so it fits on my hand and arm. We begin the big build Sunday with the back drop going up first. Oh joy, I get to climb a ladder all afternoon.
The back drop worked so well last year that I am looking forward to using it for our design this year.
When he finished, you could tell he’d been busy.
Next, Miss Lucy will tidy up by putting all of them into her bed. Wish she’d put them into the toy box, but at least she does pick up after herself and Gavin.
Gavin, my can’t-stay-awake-past-7 p.m. dog has suddenly become a night owl. It seems he is now in competition with Lucy as to who can stay up the latest.
It was so much easier when he slept and she got cuddles. Now they both want to be on my lap all the time.
LOL. And to top that off I think The Curmudgeon is getting jealous that they both want me.
It repeats what you say or, in Lucy’s case, what you bark.
Lucy was not amused.
However, we were quite amused.