Oh, my cat worships me. He’s permanently velcroed to my lap.
Disclaimer: he really is the most stupid cat I’ve ever known. I tell people if he has more than two braincells clanging around in his head, I’d be surprised. But he LOVES me.
Pictures of the COTUs surround me. It’s a happy place.
~VOW
First of all: You’re only NOW letting us know?
Secondly: Congratulations!
I’m afraid he’s fooling you. Sleep with one eye opened.
I know what you mean by dumb pets. My 2 doggies are dumb as rocks. But boy I love 'em, and they love me. It such a nice easy relationship. 
I have 2. They are the best. You may now close the thread. 
Hmmph! Have I mentioned that we have seven great-grandchildren?
Went to the dentist this morning. I have a cracked tooth. One with a crown on top. Doc says he might be able to pop the crown off and fix it anf put it back on, but probably not. :eek:$$$:eek:
Also, the brakes on the Scion are making noises.
Also, the clothes dryer has started making chirping noises. Sounds like a bad bearing.
This is what happens when I try to accumulate a little extra money in my bank account. 
Yes, I did come in here to complain. Why do you ask?
I have two most excellent grandsons. I am their favorite grandma, and I aim to keep it that way.
The oldest at 14 is my travel companion and DIY partner. We have the best conversations, and he is a joy to be around. Last weekend I got to explain swingers and key parties to him, which was hilarious for me and mortifying for him. I think he preferred that conversation to the early talks about puberty, which he is experiencing now and displeased to find that I did not lie about.
The youngest is 7. At age 3, he was diagnosed as hard of hearing with bi-lateral auditory neuropathy. We are very slowly learning ASL, and trying to decide if cochlear implants are in his future. He is the complete opposite of his older brother, which gives their mother fits. As proof that I lay a mighty fine curse, he is just like his mom.
I see them most every weekend since they only live a couple of miles away. They are my purpose.
I had a cracked tooth that I had JUST shelled out $$$ for an effen root canal. The damn thing still hurt, so instead of returning to the referring dentist or the endodontist, I went to the nearby School of Dentistry.
After having several instructors and a few students walk through my mouth, the verdict was “yank.”
Despite the tragic outcome, I can recommend going to a School of Dentistry for work. Yes, you have students doing a lot of the work, but everything is overseen by the professors. Many times the professors do the actual work. It does take a lot of time.
The savings are substantial.
And Bumbazine? Congrats on the greats! That is completely cool!
~VOW
I don’t wanna talk about the dentist. Y’all are giving me a panic attack about cracked teeth. I was able to postpone my dental exam last week, thanks to nearly dying. But I gotta go soon. This is an appt. after a cleaning and exam. Dental dude says I have a small problem. An old crown is cracked. Big $$$$, I predict.
About the grand daughters, I bought them Barbie battery toothbrushes. They love them. Mom relates they want to ‘brush teefs’ 25 times a day. They so cute!
Update on COTU#1, the newly Diabetic one:
Her mom and dad were upset, because the poor kid’s blood sugar was on an apparent roller coaster ride. I told them she’s headed to that terrible place of torment, Pubertyville, and that makes everything go whack.
Grandma gets a gold star, because the kid got her first visit from Aunt Flo.
Grandma went to WallyWorld and bought her some Thermacare patches, plus a bouquet of flowers to commemorate her big event.
Who told these kids they could grow up, huh???
~VOW
(COTU=Center of the Universe, our nickname for grandkids. I have three: COTU#1, COTU#2, COTU#3)
I think I’ve finally figured out the RoxStar’s signs of fatigue, so nap time is much more successful, as evidenced my her peaceful slumber at the moment.
I’m working on teaching her “nose” and “toes”, since they’re in one of her favorite books. She’s got 2 teeth (at last!!) and she’s starting to figure out talking - she knows and says “bye-bye” at the appropriate time… sometimes. I’ll be glad when she transitions from babble to English - conversations will be much more two-sided. 
Will you be my Grandma? That’s so sweet. I’m gonna remember that when my girls are that age.
Amateurs, all! I have nine grandchildren and two step-grandchildren, last count. I only get to see them about once a year, so many of them are a little leery of me. In their defense, I’m missing most of the grandpa gene; behave or go away is my motto. I also have six nieces and nephews, and about a dozen great nieces and nephews. And at least one of them has whelped, so there’s a great-grand.
OK, this grandchild stuff has gotten old. She woke around midnight, screaming like her hair was on fire. Her parents got her quiet in about 10 minutes, but I was awake for another hour. She may be cute, but I’m ready to sell her to the next circus that passes by… <yawn>
I have 6 grandkids who are all at easy, fun ages. The youngest is 7 the oldest is 22. No diapers, no naps, they sleep all night, can eat and poop on their own, dress themselves, etc. We have a blast taking them places or having them over to watch movies, play games or to just hang out.