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I could stand this every day.
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.
Someone get me off of this rollercoaster to hell!
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.
I might have to release the Kraken!
And this is why I never schedule anything
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.
How much longer can I use the heat wave as an excuse to not go grocery shopping?
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.
To wake him or not to wake him…oh what the hell, he has no trouble waking me.
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.
Today, I wasn’t a people person sort of person
No, instead I was extremely cranky and not nice at all.
Why?
Well, maybe because The Curmudgeon woke me, less than an hour after I went to sleep, to tell me he couldn’t move, had to pee, and needed my help.(I am NOT a nurse and never once ever had a single glimmer of desire to be one.)
I am not a pleasant person when I have less than an hour of sleep.
When I wake suddenly and go directly into a state of panic, I am not a pleasant person.
So when you block my driveway and I ask you nicely to move your vehicle and please tell your guests not to block my driveway. Yet, they go ahead and block it anyway. Yep, you got it. I AM NOT A PLEASANT PERSON!
I WILL bring Gavin out and let him pee on your front steps, sidewalk, and on the offending car’s tires. (Be glad I didn’t let him run inside your house as he wanted to do–leaving the front door wide open was an invitation to him.)
I will peez wherever da Momma tells me to pee. I luvz to pee!
I’ll keep house hunting …
For as long as it takes to convince The Curmudgeon to leave this area, I will keep looking at houses on beaches, near beaches, or within a very short drive of beaches.
Mind you I am talking warm beaches. No more cold for me. The last couple of winters have been far too cold, so cold that even my bones would ache.
So, if you live where winter is considered cold at 50 degrees and near or on a beach, please tell me about the area. I may take a look at the local real estate there.
I iz weddy for da beach life!
Can’t leave her alone with The Curmudgeon…
I thought crating the little dickens as The Curmudgeon went up to bed so I could slip over to G’s place would not be a problem.
Turns out she barked the entire couple of hours I was gone. The stinker.
I duz not wanna beez in my cwate I wanna beez on da couch. So dere!
I don’t like to shop. I’m weird that way.
I wish I knew why I have such an aversion to shopping. Grocery or other, it doesn’t matter, I don’t like doing it.
Doing it with someone takes some of the edge off for me, but still, shopping to me is sheer torture.
Could it be the spending of money? I don’t think so but you never know.
Are you a shopper or are you like me and hate to shop?
“You could go buy me a nudder ball Momma. I luvz dis.”
“You have two of those already, Lucy.”
“Butz thwee would be more bedder.”
“I’m not saying my sissie is greedy…oh yeah, yes, yes I am.”
If you are new here you might want to read my About Me page.
For those who are new to my blog:
I call my husband The Curmudgeon. He has secondary progressive MS.
We have two Bull Terriers. Gavin a standard Bull Terrier who will soon be 14 years old and Lucy a large mini Bull Terrier who is a rescue and approximately 4 to 5 years old.
If you need to know more go to the tab marked About Me.
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Hurry up Mom, come back to the couch and get off the computer.
A couple of good days in a row?
It’s a damned shame that I am afraid to talk about when The Curmudgeon has a few decent days in a row for fear of jinxing it.
He has so few of them.
He did manage to scare the crap out of me today by, once again, not leaving me a note when he’s off somewhere. He claims he can’t write well enough to leave one.
Looks like I need to make a special board with a magnet he can move around.
I went to:
the pharmacy
the store
to get a blood test
a doctor appointment
I think that would work. Either that or have Lucy keep him in check.
Rainy day
With it comes the rainy day blahs. Not the blues, the blahs.
Woke up with no desire to do anything. Not unusual before coffee, but even with two cups on board, I still felt like doing nothing.
Gloomy, dreary, blah day. Even the pups weren’t interested in anything but dozing the day away.
The Curmudgeon spent the day being more curmudgeonly than usual.
Oh, how I long for a life on the beach where, even with rain, I can enjoy watching the waves.
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