Happy Sunday.
It was a BRRRRR! 36 degrees at the park this morning.
I put two shirts on under my jacket and it wasn’t too bad.
Only uncomfortable when Jax, who wants me to throw the ball for him, gets my pants wet with dripping water, and my hands were cold from throwing a wet ball.
He likes for me to throw the ball because I throw like a girl and he doesn’t have to run very far to get it.
Most of the talk today was about Barky/Humpy mom going to the small side yesterday. She has to know that Lucy dad and Coco dad don’t like her and go there to get away from her, so everybody was shocked she did that.
Echo was a bit naughty today.
We were late getting there, which is not the usual. We usually walk across the parking lot and down the ramp to the sidewalk. Echo saw all the dogs in the park and decided to run straight down the hill through the wet grass. She yanked the leash right out of my son’s hand and ran the fence with the dogs in the park. My son panicked because she was loose, I knew she wasn’t going anywhere. But he is lucky he didn’t have the leash; I have seen many people go down that hill on their belly or their ass when their dogs pulled. The hill is short, but steep.
Then when we got home.
We stopped at McDonalds for breakfast. When we pulled up to the house, I saw the squirrel in the yard.
My son got out with Echo and the bag of food. When he reached out for the keys, I handed him his orange juice as well. I was just getting ready to tell him to watch out for the squirrel and as soon as he got in the gate, Echo saw it and took off through the yard. The bag went one way, the juice went another, and the keys went another.
My son was so pissed. Not so much about losing the juice, but that it poured down the front of his hoody.
He had to wash and dry it before we left for the armpit, only now we’re not going because my nieces, whom I just talked to Friday, forgot we were coming.
I don’t feel so bad now about my memory.
Such nice people at the park though. One woman came up to the gate and walked me down to the pavilion because the dogs were being so rambunctious that she was afraid they would knock me down. Another walked me out, for the same reason.
The dogs get really wild in the cooler weather.
They came close to wiping out Urban dad. He is a big, strong, fairly young construction worker. I know if it had been anybody else, they would have been on the ground getting slammed like that.
Taters, I used to have party neighbors when I lived in Baltimore.
They kept me up til morning one night, and I figured since I was up, I may as well mow the lawn. One guy had his head hanging out the window yelling at me. The only word i could make out was BITCH.
Damned if that grass wasn’t so high that I had to mow the front yard 3 times.
He was lucky I didn’t have a chain saw. The trees could have used a little trimming.
I’m glad you had a good time with your family.
Shoe, aarp was billing me because for some reason in their stupid little brain they got the idea that I signed up to become a member.
BooFae, aarp are also a lobbyist group, they make a shit ton of money and spend a shit ton on lobbying for older people. Or so they say. They also sell insurance and other stuff to older people. Some people like them, and you can get discounts on insurance and hotels, airfare, cellphones and such. Other people have found better prices on their own.
I think at one time the concept was good, and they were genuine. Now I think they are all about making money.
If they had not sent me a letter on my 50th birthday, and if they could take no for an answer, and if they weren’t so obnoxiously pushy, I may have considered joining.
Now, there is no way in hell.
Ugh, I don’t like to get into politics, but there is a politician up here (well not really up here, we have always been treated like the red-haired step child) who will NOT give up. He sent me an email. You would think that when the first words of my response were FUCK YOU, he would have gotten the message. I know, they probably don’t even read the responses.
I hate this man with a burning passion of a thousand suns.
He has sent me multiple emails, phone calls, snail mails, and text messages. I was invited to listen in on a public forum, and much to my surprise, if I hit 9, I would be allowed to speak. So, I hit 9, and wouldn’t you know, somebody answered the phone. They got an earful; I think they were hyperventilating on the other end.
Now the dumb mf’er is sending people to my door, his minions are so damned lucky I didn’t hear them knock. I saw them later on my ring, wearing VOTE t-shirts and they left a bunch of his shit hanging from the door knob.
I know he didn’t send them to my door specifically, but I don’t want any of that crap (from any politician) knocking on my door. It is so annoying.
He’s really ramping it up, seems he is not a shoo-in this year.
Too bad, so sad.
I hope the root killer fixes the issue. I washed two loads of laundry yesterday and ran the dishwasher with no problem. It seems to leak only when using the tub.
I had to give my old dog Mackie Benadryl twice a day. I’d wrap them up in some cheese and he’d take them. One day I picked up his bed and there were about a dozen pills under it. Sneaky dog.
Congrats on the last payment Doggio.
I’m sorry for all your in-law woes FCM
For all the shit I’m going through right now, I wouldn’t trade places with you.
I suppose I should start doing something around here.
There is certainly enough to do.
