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One of those days.
The idiot thugs from down the street decided it would be fun to come up to our end of the street and have a huge yelling, screaming, phone cameras rolling fight. At 2:30 a.m. Yes, I said TWO THIRTY in the MORNING.
I so did not wish to have a need to call the police, I so did not wish to watch The Curmudgeon come stumbling downstairs because of the commotion, and I so did not wish to get my adrenaline pumping.
Seems I am the only one around here with the guts to phone the police, the idiot thugs and the asshole younger shits have intimidated most. Not me.
As I told the Curmudgeon, “I already died once. They don’t scare me.”
I need that lottery win because they truly don’t scare me but they probably will be the death of me with the stress they cause around here.
I so need to get out of here and go live on a nice quiet beach.
Oh effing crap.
We missed The Curmudgeon’s CT scan appointment yesterday because no one told us he had one. This is to recheck his lungs. We were told that we would get a call to tell us if they could schedule him in.
Never got a call.
We were home.
We did get a call to tell us he missed it.
Then, pissed off, he started making a few calls of his own. 
Roses are…are…aaachooo!
Surprise, surprise. My allergy season has hit. All those roses in bloom around here have me coughing, sneezing, and wheezing. My eyes are watering and itchy. Oh yeah, fun time!
Don’t get me wrong, I love roses, but they don’t love me.
Quick, run out and buy stock in tissues.
Spared the worst
Wow, we thought we were in for some real nasty weather.
Thunder crashed in the distance. The sky blackened. Wind picked up and made the tree branches dance.
We had a spatter of rain. The clouds moved off. The thunder still rumbled and complained in the distance.
I had to water my tomatoes and other potted plants.
That’s okay. South of us got whipped hard with high winds tearing down trees and heavy rain. We were spared even the cutting of the switch.
I am past needing a vacation, I need a new life.
Two very bad days in a row for The Curmudgeon. I can’t wait for him to start the new medication in hopes that he improves on it.
His bad days mean I get to wake to a message on the phone from him saying he’s down and can’t get up. Cue adrenaline rush, pounding heart, and lots of cussing. I leap out of bed, dash down the stairs (nearly breaking my neck there), and manage to, once again, no, twice again, hurt my back getting him up. Both. Days.
I am exhausted clear to the bone, frustrated as hell, and one lottery win away from leaving.
Yeah, I said that.
Lucy is silly
You know your dog is relaxed when she’s been sound asleep, lifts her head to look at you, and her tongue is sticking out a mile. *Giggle*
Nice to see how a year in this house has her happy, relaxed, and full of herself.
She does a wild hucklebutt in the living room at least once a day, playing pinball off the couch and the chairs.
She greats the next door neighbors with a wagging tail and plenty of kisses when she can get them.
She’s completely adopted her Auntie G and scolds her if she forgets to give her a cookie when she comes in.
She sticks her head under her brother’s blanket that covers his crate to tease the crap out of him when he’s napping.
Yeah, I think she fits in fine here.
Lucy sleeping
Our veggie garden all in pots
IIf you notice, there are metal screens on top of the soil. We have a horrific overpopulation of hungry squirrels and they were digging holes in the soil.
My recycled aquarium stand potting table works well for me.
You all have a good one!
What next for The Curmudgeon?
He had a neurologist appointment on Monday. They took him off the Tecfidera. Again.
Once the paperwork goes through, he’ll be starting another medication that has been around for awhile. You can see all the information on Rebiff in the link below.
Here’s hoping for some good results.
OMD…more?!
Okayz, dat iz it! Two nightz in a row ob da mean nasty thunder boomer storms is enuff.
Diz one tooked our lights away for hours!!!
Mudder Nature needz to settlez her azz down!
Sabe me fwom da nasty thunder boomer!!!
Momma waz berry worried dat with the AC shutted down Daddy would hab trubble, but it came back on before it gotted too hot in da house for him.
Wowz, anudder thunderstorm!
I do notz like thunder boomer storms. Not one bit. I don’tz run and hide but I putz my ears back and shibberz. Mommy made it awl better though. She wrapped me up in my Ted blankie and snuggled me tight. I didn’tz shibber no more when da thunder boomers were loud. I didn’tz eben needz a cookie!
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