Monthly Archives: August 2018
Where did the day go?
It went out to lunch with G.
A walk around Target.
A much needed nap after The Curmudgeon woke me 2 hours into a deep sleep, “I smell smoke! Do you smell smoke?”
“No.” Now that I’m up I will search the entire house so you will shut the Eff up so I can get back to sleep after the adrenaline surge goes away.
2 hours later still awake. Dying to fall back to sleep.
Finally fall back to sleep …The Curmudgeon decides to come downstairs and make a lot of noise so I wake up.
Total amount of sleep? Maybe 3 hours.
Total sleep from afternoon nap? Less than an hour.
She’s spoiled rotten
Yes, Lucy admits it, she is spoiled rotten by the Momma, The Curmudgeon, and the AC.
Ah, the AC! She likes 72 degrees.
She doesn’t like hot and humid.
Then again, she doesn’t like cold and snow either.
Yep. Spoiled.
Fully fledged!
The egg pictures show only 3 eggs, the next day there were 4. All 4 hatched and now the babies are fully fledged and soon will leave the nest in my hanging flower pot.
You know you’ve been stressed out when…
You know you’ve been stressed out when your jaw hurts like hell from the clenching of teeth.
You know you’ve been stressed out when you need to take your anti-reflux medication you’d stopped taking for a month.
You know you’ve been stressed out when the nightmares start in again.
You know you’re stressed out when your temper is on a hair trigger.
Better…
Yeah, he’s a bit better a day today. I’m not.
I am still so very frustrated at his insistence I lift, pull, or otherwise endanger my back’s healing.
I am sore and very cranky after yesterday. Sore back means nothing got done around here again.
Color me NOT good company or nice.
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A bad day…again
The Curmudgeon had another bad day yesterday.
At one point I went outside hunting for help to get him up for the second time of the day and I was determined I wasn’t calling 911 again.
Just as I was about to give up Carlos pulled around the corner. He helped me get the Curmudgeon up into his rollator and over to his chair from the kitchen.
Darned shame he wasn’t around later when The Curmudgeon was down again. (Third time.) This time upstairs. Yep, my back is hurt once more.
Just when it begins to heal he throws my back out again. Every. Freaking. Time.
I am so tired of this.
Religious liberty task force…
You have to be effing kidding me!
This is illegal, unconstitutional, unconscionable, and way more than a mere step too far.
The Congress and Senate need to stop sucking #45’s d*** and kissing Putin’s ass. They work for us! They need to be reminded of this NOW!
Those greedy bastards getting rich off our tax dollars and hard work are done!
TERM LIMITS NOW!!!!
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