If you can’t eat it or play with it, just pee on it and walk away.
Wanna go out and play?
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G’s car wouldn’t start so she called to see if I could drive her on her errands today. I was out of bed and ready to go in no time. I even (GASP) skipped my coffee.
After doing all of her errands we then set out to do a couple of things for our own pleasure.
We stopped at Panera for a much-needed coffee. Yes, by that time, I was tongue-dragging-on-the-ground desperate.
Then we discovered a new pet store, more convenient to home AND with do it yourself dog bathing facilities! At a price cheap enough that they may just have my business, not only for our dog food, which they carry, but for regular dog baths.
Sumbuddy hidez me!
Began my day with less than ten minutes sleep. Yep, I no sooner began to doze off when The Curmudgeon was calling me for help.
Oh, hell yeah.
Went back to bed, tossed and turned, fall asleep long enough to not hear him call me again. (He’s okay, he managed.) Woke up, probably heard him but was too late to realize it was him. Tossed and turned, got up only to have him yell at me for not responding.
I yelled back–keep in mind I’d had about two hours of sleep in total.
I would’ve spent the rest of the day wired, except I went over to G’s house and talked her into going along with me to Target and to get two gas tanks for the grill. I can cook outside again! At least I got one thing done off my ‘to do’ list. We should have gone out for a dessert or something too. Maybe next time it’ll be lunch or drinks. Yeah, we can do drinks…
I gave The Curmudgeon a deadline. He has to find someone to fix the front porch before Halloween. I don’t want G and I to be breaking our necks out there handing out candy.
I figure since he spends his entire day seated in front of the TV, he could make phone calls and interview people.
I have enough to do.
There was a time where I was a nice person, a happy person, a person people enjoyed being around. I loved being around people and socializing. Always up for a good time.
I wonder where she went?
Lack of sleep made me cranky.
People offering to help but then backing out made me angry.
Being screwed over by immediate family and some supposed friends ripped the heart out of me. Disappointed me.
Having more work to do than the energy to do it made me despondent.
I wish I was the old me. However, I don’t see a return to that me in the near future.
Not much sleep.
Went to bed at my usual time only to have The Curmudgeon wake me a couple of hours later.
As a result, I spent the rest of the day in a stupor. That meant nothing got done. Every time I sat down, I felt so sleepy I thought I’d pass out.
I did pass out around 8 p.m. for a couple of hours after getting The Curmudgeon off of the floor for the second time of the day. He’s more ornery than ever and both times today refused to ‘let me’ go get a neighbor to help.
This, of course, results in me with a very sore back and enough anger to fill a void the size of the moon.
Yep, bummer day. Back to having to get help to get The Curmudgeon up.
I love my next door neighbors!
Today Carlos came to the rescue, much to Lucy’s delight. She sure is crazy about that guy. After he helped The Curmudgeon she got to say hi and give him bunches of kisses.
Gavin got his greetings in too and showed off with a slow motion hucklebutt and a few bows. He’s a funny old dog.
Another good day here. Happy to have it for sure.
Although we do have another annoying neighbor–transient renter whose family has no idea how to live in a neighborhood. Music so loud it drowned out The Curmudgeon’s TV.
I have to listen to him bitch and moan. Then I get pissed off.
I apologize to my other neighbors for blasting the bagpipe music, but I thought maybe they’d get a clue. Since I had to holler to ask them to turn it down please and got ignored…well, it seemed a good idea at the time.
Less humidity made for more comfortable weather and a happier Curmudgeon who stayed on his feet.
A cool night meant turning off the air conditioner and turning on the whole house fan. No constant drone of air conditioners…pure heaven.
TV volume down low enough that I could hear the pups snoring. Nice.
Another day of crazy at Casa Doggonedmysteries.
Yeah, one of THOSE days.
I’d just stepped out of the shower, dressed, and was heading down the steps when I heard Lucy raising hell in the kitchen.
There she was, barking and carrying on, bowing and nipping at The Curmudgeon and running away towards the doorway where I stood.
Of course I couldn’t get him up and had to bang on the door next door to get help.
Once in his chair he tried to give me excuses for not wearing his ice vest to take dogs outside in the heat or just waiting until I got downstairs since he took them out AFTER he heard me in the shower.
And that’s how my day started. It was all downhill from there.
The Curmudgeon had a bad day. He’d fallen twice before he woke me asking for help.
I had my alarm set so I could go grocery shopping. He beat it by a couple of minutes.
Once I got him up off the floor, I wasn’t eager to leave him alone.
I really did need to get at least a few of the items on my list that we were out of, so I wrote out a short list of things that couldn’t wait and made a super quick run to the grocery store.
The only thing that slowed me down was the cashier. OMG! She was slower than a turtle walking in peanut butter.
By the time I got home and unloaded the car, I was hot, tired, and very cranky.
I should have worn this shirt today.
I am still putting off my grocery shopping. The list is growing exponentially.
I don’t know, can I put it off another week?
I don’t think so.
Guess I have to pull up my big girl panties and drag myself to the grocery store today.
So hours after The Curmudgeon has gone to bed, I notice his Rebif shot sitting on the kitchen table. I pick it up to double-check it. No, he hadn’t used it.
I debate with myself, do I wake him or don’t I?
Then I remember the other morning where I had less than an hour of sleep.
Yep, I wake him and tell him he hasn’t done his shot. I smile when he’s not thrilled.
Revenge is sweet but Karma is sweeter.