Princess Fluffy Butt’s dilemma.
I is supposed to go to da vet’s for shots. I is embarrassed to go because Da Momma says I am too fluffy and Da Dogtor is gonna make me go on a diet. I don’t know what a diet is but I do know that Da Momma hates them. I don’t know if I like this idea.
She’s been telling me how we are going to have to go for many walks when the weather breaks. I like that idea. I like to go for walks. Best thing is I get to have Aunties G and Annie along too! I loves them they give me cookies.
I hope the weather breaks soon. I didn’t want to go out and poop yesterday. I held my poop until almost eleben of da clock last night. I couldn’t hold da pee though and had to make many fast runs outside. I don’t like dis cold at all. I wishes Momma and Auntie G would hit dat lottery because they say we will go to a warm place to live foreber.
Yeah, I’m not buying those.
Holy crap! Three years ago I had an eye exam and bought two pair of glasses for less than half of what I shelled out today for and eye exam and one pair, using my own frames. The cost dropped my jaw to the floor!
The gal was all set to write-up a pair using my frames and a pair using theirs. As soon as she told me the total on just mine, I told her that I didn’t think I’d buy the other pair. No how, no way.
I can get a second pair online for less than a quarter of what they charged me. Guess what I’m going to do.
Something smells.
Phew, thank goodness for warrantees
The Curmudgeon’s truck wouldn’t start again. The battery, dead. Good thing it is warranted. The store where he got the battery over a year ago replaced and installed it free of charge. They also picked him up from the ground where he went down while there.
He’s happy he has his truck back. Not being able to depend on it this winter has made him crazy.
We had more snow last night. Not fun. Lucy is ready to run away from home and head to a southern beach. Believe I’ll pack her bags and mine and go with her. I am so sick of winter.
You all haves a good one!
I is staying warm and snuggling with da Momma as soon as she’s done typing.
It’s a thin thread to hang on to.
My sanity hangs by the thinnest of threads most days. If it weren’t for tons of coffee and a good friend to get me out of the house on occasion I would surely need a padded cell.
From the time I get out of bed until I drag myself back there in the wee hours I don’t get a moment to myself without, at the very least, one interruption.
Spend a half hour in the kitchen preparing a meal and as soon as I take a minute break, and I mean as soon as my butt his the couch, a man or a dog demands I do for them.
Mentally and physically tired doesn’t come near to describing where I am every single freaking day.
“Why do you stay up so late?”
“If I didn’t I’d never get a moment to myself. As it is, what little time I do get is not enough to get anything done for me.”
Yes, that thread wears thinner every day. You can blame my next heart attack on a severe lack of me time.
This is rapidly becoming my favorite shirt.
Minus 2 degrees?!
Dats it Momma I iz relocating!
Pack my bags!
Psst dis was Da Momma today.
Dis will be her in da morning.
No! No more snow! I can’t take it!
Holy cats! Snow blew under the door and on the back porch! If you stand out there you can hear the wind howling like a banshee.
Gavin went out with no problem, no hat, no coat. He doesn’t care. He likes the cold. He’s from Nova Scotia.
Lucy, well she’s another story altogether. When I took her out she had her hat and hoodie on but still completely balked at the back door when I opened it and a wall of snowflakes slammed into us.
“No effing way Mom. I am not going out there.”
“Um, yes you are .” I booted her out the door. I don’t think I ever saw her squat and go so fast. one leap and she landed inside again.
I really hated forcing her to go out in this crap but better that than have her break her housebreaking. Poor girl.
Of course, once she got inside, she had to throw a guilt trip at me.Spot the bully. Level advanced…sort of.
No salt again…
I can’t believe with all the running around G and I did yesterday, that I, once again, forgot to pick up salt or some form of ice melt.*Headdesk*
What’s the weather prediction for today? Snow. And for the next day, lots of wind and extremely cold temperatures. Duh.
Cold enough the last couple of days that we had to jump both our vehicles.
Note from Lucy:
If you thinks you can get me out from under the fuzzy blanket, you is crazy!
I am not going out in that stuff Ma.
No one warned me about dis whole more snow bit. AND COLD!!!!! Oh my dog! Dis is not fair. I am not coming out from under my covers until Spring.
Night night everyone!
Oh no, more snow!
Two more snow storms are headed our way. I haven’t told the little four-legged princess yet. I’m sure she won’t be pleased. The weekend shows low temperatures too with a lot of wind on Sunday.
Lucy will get plenty of use out of her hoodie and hat. This was money well spent. I’m sure the barking to have them on will start as soon as the snowflakes begin to fall.
Gavin won’t care. He likes the cold.
EW!
“Oh my Gawd! Lucy, what have you been eating?”
Tail wags.
“Seriously, what crawled up your butt and died?”
Face kisses.
“I don’t want your kisses. I want fresh air.”
More tail wags.
*Gagging*
“That’s it, little girl. You can have the couch to yourself. I’m moving to my desk.”
Repeats of repeats of repeats of….you get the idea.
I cannot watch one more old episode of Criminal Minds without going crazy. I swear he’s watched each one a dozen times. I still watch the new ones, he hasn’t ruined the show for me yet.
Why? Why do we have to watch them? He did the same thing with all the Law and Order shows, now I can’t stand any of them.
Is this a man thing? One must watch good shows repeatedly until your wife (who at one time loved the shows) can no longer stand to even listen to them?
We have dozens of new movies stacked up waiting, nay begging, for us to watch them. I am all for a nightly movie through dinner. There’s not a thing on TV that interests me at that time of day.
Well, last night I blew a gasket and told him to put a movie on. What does he do? He puts on one I wouldn’t watch on my worst day–bought it for him to watch when I was in bed in the mornings. So then he put in one we’d seen.
“What do you mean you haven’t seen this? We watched it together.”
“I don’t remember.”
“Man, I wish I had MS brain and could forget things all the time. We watched this. There’s a huge stack of movies there that we haven’t watched…”
He pouted.
I gave in but was mean enough to tell him what was going to happen throughout.
“Oh, oh! Wait for it…Great line coming…”
He has a brand new, just bought it Tuesday last, movie in the DVD player for tomorrow.
What we watching?
Celebrities are not important to me
Facebook had me doing a short survey last night and a couple of their questions ticked me off a lot. They didn’t give a none of the above alternative so their survey is far from accurate.
The two questions were about celebrities. Do I follow them on any of these various outlets? (Twitter, Pinterest, Google, Facebook etc.) And some other stupid question. I don’t follow celebrities, I don’t seek out news about any of them. So why wasn’t there a ‘none of the above’ box to check? Talk about skewing a survey.
I know several celebrities, we’re friends. Their celebrity comes from their chosen occupation. You know their JOBS. I don’t give a flying fuck if someone is a sports star, an actor, a singer, or an author. They are individuals who do a JOB and, if they are lucky, they love what they do.
Did anyone else get sucked into that FB survey?
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