Monthly Archives: August 2017
Another bad MS day
His morning sucked. Weak, barely able to walk, he began his day.
He went up for his nap early, hoping more sleep would aid in making him better able to walk.
It did a minimal amount of help.
He’s repeating stuff once again. So tired of hearing the same shit, different day.
Today’s Tee
Dear Mr. Sessions
You may jail a hundred journalists, but for each one you jail, there are 10 more writers willing to jump in and continue to report.
You may try to stifle the free press but you will never succeed.
You are a crooked little man with delusions of grandeur supporting a narcissistic, misogynistic, racist, baby-man.
You will not win.
Crate dives!
You have never seen a dog jump so high, fly off a couch so fast, open a crate door and dive into a crate like Lucy did when that first loud *CRACK* of thunder went off overhead.
She spent most of the evening hiding in her crate as first one storm, and later, another came roaring through.
You’d hide too. It was LOUD!
The moth wars
I still battle the moths that invaded my home with things the Curmudgeon brought home from his mother’s house.
This is a battle, that had I seen them early on, I might have won.
Clothing moths are invasive and tiny and not really seen until you have a full scale infestation of them.
I started my battle with sticky, baited with pheromones, traps and caught lots of them. I am allergic to cedar so can’t use that in my closets, I use a mix of rosemary and mint.
Mothballs are out of the question as the chemicals in them are dangerous.
Then a few weeks ago I came across a spray, Maggie’s Farm flying insect spray. It uses natural oils in a water based spray.
It is working.
Today’s Tee
It seemed to be a quiet day…
In actuality, it was a busy day.
Lucy had me up early. Twice.
Our Five Star Home Foods guy, Joe showed up to take our order. Sadly, he’s retiring. We will miss him.
The Curmudgeon’s truck was across town getting an inspection. Wouldn’t you know they’d call right before food guy got here? And it was G to the rescue. She ran The Curmudgeon to get his truck while I started working on our food order with Joe.
The Curmudgeon got back in time to sign paperwork and say good bye to Joe.
http://www.fivestarhomefoods.com/home-foods
We’ve been customers for years and years. I highly recommend them.
Today’s Tee.
One of ‘those’ days
You know how sometimes you want to kill him, but you aren’t some sort of sociopath, so you just yell at him?
Yeah. One of THOSE days.
After the yelling I didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, for my sake not his.
I did it to lower my stress level. Not his. He has no stress level, he just sits and watches his TV.
After he went to bed I noticed a complete drop in my stress level.
When he came wandering down later he managed to jack it right back to the top all over again.
I swear it does stupid stuff to set me off and it amuses him.
I, however, am not amused.
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