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I saw a robin today…
According to the forecast, we will have a lovely day today. A high of 41 degrees sounds almost Springlike after the cold we’ve had.
Does seeing a robin yesterday trump all the dire six more weeks of winter groundhog predictions? I hope so.
Lucy was a very good girl about going outside in the bright sunshine we had yesterday. I’m sure she is looking forward to Spring as much as I am.
Gavin has always been a homebody and never enjoyed going away from his yard or house. Therefore, we didn’t take walks in the park with him. Lucy is another story. Looks like we’ll be going for daily walks in the park as soon as the weather gets nice enough to do so.
This will be a great way to drop both hers and my weight and we can work on her training too. Socializing her is easy. She loves people and new places.
You all have a good one!
I am holding my Daddy. He needed a cuddle.
Attack of the killer dust bunnies!
I thought I’d attempt to clean my desk. It’s been a while and the dust bunnies running races across the surface and diving under the computer monitor were my first clue that it was time.
Any cleaning done around here is attempted cleaning. Why? Well, I have two dogs and a husband that all think I am their slave. I am subject to their demands from the time I get up until they all are down for the night.
And you people wonder why I am up until the wee hours of the morning and sleep in so late. Ha!
As it was, I spent most of the time clearing and cleaning off my desk while dodging around Lucy who felt she had to be the center of it all.
Three times she took of with my Swiffer duster. She felt real smart having invented a new game of chase me!
Tomorrow, after everyone is off to bed, I will attempt to clean the book cases.
You all have a good one. Lucy sure is.
I was going to…then I wanted to…but I did…
I don’t understand why I can’t get anything done around here.
That is until The Curmudgeon begins asking me to do things for him. The dogs want out every ten minutes, and every single time my butt hits a seat cushion, I have to pop up to do something else.
Constant distractions make me have to retrace my steps at least a dozen times a day.
Am I writing? Nope. Wish I was.
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Happy Birthday Curmudgeon!
It’s The Curmudgeon’s 62nd birthday! Happy Birthday Dear!
Happy Burfday Daddy!
Happy Burfday Daddy!
Cheers to the good people
After the bitching and moaning about my broken porch yesterday I felt that today needed something more upbeat.
We have an amazing mailman. Yes, I said that. For the second time the sweet man helped me unload groceries from my car. Unasked. He just appeared at my side, pulled bags out of the car, and set them on my porch, braving the crumbling stairs.
Yes, I profusely thanked him. It saved me so much time and effort that I almost cried from his kindness.
Don’t tell me there aren’t good people out there in the world. Even though I have seen the dark side too often, I know better. There are many good people out there.
I lift my glass to all the good people out there.
Falling to pieces.
Yesterday was such a cold and damp day I thought I’d never feel warm.
I think the cold and sunny day we’re supposed to have today needs some lamb curry for dinner to warm us to the bones.
I suppose I must go grocery shopping too. Not going to be easy to carry them in.
Why? Because after the freezing rain yesterday my bottom step on the front porch fell apart. Yes. Fell. Apart. Crumbled to ruins.
As if we don’t have enough in the way of expenses. Now I have to figure out how to make it through the rest of the winter with crumbling, falling to pieces, porch steps.
So where is my lottery win? I sure do need it to make home repairs or, if I were to win enough, move to a new home that doesn’t need any repairs.
See all those cracks? That is now all crumbled away. Broken. Off. A complete cluster fuck of mess.
Feeling good.
I didn’t put on sweat pants and a soft T-shirt today. I actually dressed in my overalls. I felt and looked more like a human.
The Curmudgeon has still not reached ‘human level’ as yet. He’s still hacking and moaning. Maybe next week.
I know on Monday I’ll have to go to grocery shopping. Our basic supplies are almost depleted after two weeks of us being sick.
It will be nice to get out of the house for a while. I’ve been going stir crazy. I think I’ll talk G into letting me take her out for her birthday lunch early. It’s a couple of weeks until her birthday gets here. We always enjoy going out to lunch.
My dear friend G
No end in sight…the case of the endless creeping crud
I ventured out of the house yesterday. Someone had to pick up my prescription and other pharmacy items and The Curmudgeon is still about two days behind me in this weird creeping crud.
Seems you think you have it licked and another different symptom hits you. Hard. Yep, that’s me.
Not a good night. I hope The Curmudgeon skips this part.
Where’s my lottery win?
12 degrees. I would head for the tropics if I could. Lottery win where art thou?
I do not like this cold at all. No, I am not now nor will I ever be looking for a home in Texas.
I’d live in Minnesota before I’d consider ever going back to the lone star state.
My Dad died there, my sister Mary died there, my Mother died there, and my older sister and her demon spawn betrayed me there.
I would consider Atlantic coast areas, the Florida keys, Hawaii, and a few other places. Sigh.
As much as I love Pennsylvania, I find I no longer can handle the cold.
Death of a paper shredder
Alas he served us well for many years. He ripped through tons of junk mail and old bills.
However he hit the wall today when a single sheet of paper made him gasp his last, grind his gears, and give up the ghost.
It is with great sadness I send him off to a new existence, a recycling of the old one.
The new one ordered shreds 12 sheets at one time, will shred CDs and credit cards too. We won’t know how to act having paper gulped down so quickly and efficiently.
Two final words. Snow. Yuck.
The case of the creeping crud that won’t leave
Wow, this creeping crud sure does hang on for what feels like forever. Here I was hoping to be over it today, not happening.
At the rate it is leaving us we’ll be almost another week laid up with it.
We start feeling pretty good when BAM! the chest congestion acts up again.
Here’s for taking it easy and getting rid of the creeping crud once and for all.
Daddy’s dirty dogtor. Someone likes to combat crawl in the MUD!
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