Happy Firday!
It’s a chilly 19 feels like 10 degrees outside, but the sun is shining and that makes me feel happy.
I should have gotten my ass out of bed and gone to the park this am, but when I saw the temp I thought we can wait another day. I’m turning wussie. Echo’s bits are still a bit swollen, so another day without park might be better anyway.
They were wild last night, and they are wild again this morning.
Tomorrow for sure. Even my son is telling me to take them to the park. Driving us both (and the cat too) crazy with all their energy.
I have to call the vet today for the cat. He is running out of pills, I called for a re-fill, and I have to bring him in since it’s been over a year since his last checkup. Joy and Happiness. He will complain the entire ride and usually loses control of his bowels right before we get home. I learned a long time ago, do NOT stop anywhere on the way home, make that ride as quick as possible, get ready to open the door to the crate and the truck door as soon as I am on the parking pad.
This board would be a lot more fun to post to if it didn’t time out all the time.
I get my new computer on Sunday. I ordered it from Best Buy since I could get somebody to help me pick one out. My son has been cussing at this one and it is so strange to hear that. He never cusses.
I should have listened when the sales guy told me I wouldn’t be happy with this computer.
I hear you** FCM**, I have been thinking about getting somebody in to clean my house, maybe once a month, just to do all the heavy stuff.
My son should be doing it, however, right now he has so much school irk I am letting it slide.
I can’t move furniture by myself anymore, and getting down on the floor and climbing on stepladders is not my thing. I’m afraid to look at the top of the fridge.
He is ahead in all the classes that let him irk ahead, so that is a good thing. He is busting his butt to get done. I’m debating ordering announcements for his graduation. No need for a cap and gown though, he’s not going to go to the ceremony. I know my mother would love to go, but it’s not going to happen.
I think there is very little that could persuade me to drink a shamrock shake.
Hope you feel better Nettie


