You are a good husband.
Mashed. Mrs. L.A. has Pepperidige Farm raspberry turnovers in the oven. I don’t know if I’ll have one. I don’t know if I can resist. Probably shouldn’t have bought them for her
Abbey gave my head a bath,
Abbey is a good cat. 
Thank you. The whole situation is pretty upsetting. Our friend was declared disabled due to serious mental illness about 20 years ago, but all that got him was a monthly check. The only time he got close to getting any sort of treatment was the time he was court ordered to go to anger management classes after he assaulted a stranger for backhanding a child. His family has disowned him due to his mental illness and we are his only real friends. He’s a hoarder and has 6 cats living in his small single-wide trailer. No human being should ever live in those conditions. It’s really horrible but he is very paranoid and doesn’t want anything to do with strangers.
Sorry for venting, its very frustrating and worrisome.
AWWWWW!!!
Now I’m doubly impressed. As frustrating and worrisome as it is, it’s heartening that he trusts you. I’d hate to think what his life would be like if you two handed come along.
Vent all you want~you’re the very embodiment of the best of human grace to him, and to us.
Last night I was asleep on the couch. Abbey was asleep on the back of the couch. Mrs. L.A. took a picture. I look like a 60 year old man. (She didn’t share the pic.)
Thanks again for the kind words, but you are kinda embarrassing me.
We don’t look out for him because we want praise, we because he’s a fellow human being who needs compassion and understanding.
Besides, he’s like a feral cat. It’s not his fault he’s the way he is, but he still needs help. Sadly, due to his really bad health (congestive heart disease and less than 30% lung function while still smoking a pack of cigs a day among other things) he needs more help than we can give and he won’t accept help from anyone else.
We are both Vietnam Era Vets (served, never touched foot in Vietnam). Every so often we go to a fund raising event run by the Vietnam Vets MC. Every single time we do, we look around at all the old people and then get shocked by remembering that they are our contemporaries. How did we ever get so old!
Oh, nellie, almost forgot and sorry for being so unclear. I helped Hubs strain the mead he is making for me. He’s the brewer, I’m just a pair of hands if needed. You know how I smear his name all over the Covididiot threads and everyone wonders why we are still married? Well, I have very good reasons for that!
Despite not liking mead himself, he knows that I like it, so he makes it for me. He’s no-carb, so he does all the grocery shopping and cooking so he can fix meals he can eat while being sure that I get the carbs I demand. He also scoops the litter boxes and feeds the cats AND takes the trash out.
He’s a gem, all right. And I’m sure he’d say the same for you. It’s so nice to read about couples with good marriages.
Eveybody had ice cream. Gordie had Frosty Paws, and Alex helped herself to mine.
Getting harder to get grocery delivery slots…
On the plus side, shelf unit 3 went together quite smoothly (exact same brand/model as the other 2). Will commence loading shortly.
My former I.T. Guy (ex boyfriend) is meeting his new girlfriend’s parents this weekend.
So I guess they’re serious.
I was not expecting that to be the emotional kick in the teeth it turned out to be.
Like, crying at work between customers. (As soon as the next car pulled up, I rallied … temporarily.)
I wish I could scoop my brain out with a grapefruit spoon.
I saw the last word as rapped - it made for an amusing, if confusing, mental image. 
Me, too. What branch?
shoe - isn’t it weird how being broken up doesn’t always sever feelings, even with time? My first real boyfriend dumped me rather cruelly, but it still hit me hard when I heard he’d gotten married… the first time. But not the second, third, and fourth times. 
My bladder seems to have decided that it must be emptied at 4:41 AM. Third day in a row. I am not impressed. Stoopit bladder. So I’m up. In a few, I’ll drag out of bed to tend the critters and let FCD sleep some more. We need to leave about 8:15 or so. Here’s hoping the closet chore at our daughter’s won’t take too long.
On the “whew” front, Roxy doesn’t have COVID. We were pretty sure she didn’t, but the school requires a negative test when a kid is out sick. Back to school with her tomorrow. Yay!
Happy Sunday!!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 64 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 85 and mostly N.O.S. for the day. The big item on today’s agenda is deheathenization. I have Verger duty. Afterwards we shall head back to da cave and have hot dawgs and chips for N.O,L. That shall be followed by nappage and the usual sloth. We have leftover steak, so that sliced on a nice green sallit along with my famous cheesey garlic bread.
MOOOOOOM glad RoxStar is OK. Yay on her goin’ back to skool!
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then purtification for deheathenization must commence.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
And that makes you a good person. I agree with BBB. And since carrying other people is exhausting sometimes, venting is absolutely necessary. So vent all you like. Caring people need caring people.
{{{shoe}}} Sometimes, a new, serious relationship of a former love is the kick in the pants that absolutely tells you that things will never be the same between the two of you, even though you parted as friends.
Glad RoxStar doesn’t have the plague Moooooom.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and about ready to do KP. The projects for the day are the usual Sunday chores, virtually heathenating and packing up a box for Cards for Soldiers. Right now, I’m hesitant to wake the little doggy sleeping on my lap (I think he felt neglected yesterday).
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. It’s damp and cloudy, feels like fall.
I also dreamed I was in some sort of kung-fu movie quest. The i dreamed my car got stolen at Food Lion, possibly by swampy’s mob girlfriend(I wonder how OYKW feels about just being the side chick in somebody’s subconscious).
{{{{shoe}}}}
I don’t even think Chuck Yeager could get a potato to Mach 1. 
Morning all. Decided to eat out late last night (well, late for me) so ended up at Cracker Barrel at 8:00pm–and still had to wait 25 minutes for a table (low staff). Still, was a good meal and today I can forage around the house. Probably should do laundry today, just need to be ambitious enough to get around to it.
Should be another nice day, heading for 84F but the nights are going to the mid-60’s, so that keeps things comfortable.
{{shoe}}.
FCM, glad Roxy is good. I imagine having that Q-tip shoved up her nose wasn’t any fun for her (I don’t like it either).
Unknown, you are good people. Never doubt it. Venting is one of the things the MMP is good for.
red, I goggled and there is a Fleet Feet store about 4 miles from me. May check in with them. It’s not the fit, it’s the wear and tear of soccer fields that gets them.
nellie, glad you are still with your friend, but taking precautions so she knows.
OK, need to see if the newspaper is outside yet and get started on that laundry. All y’all have a good Sunday.
Happy Sunday!
Rainy morning, so I was surprised there were nine dogs at the park.
Even Coco was worn out.
I stopped at Krispy Kreme on the way home as somebody told me today is the last day for cinnamon rolls and I should try one.
It was good.
Echo was pissed that there was nothing for her. Drive-thru = yummies, you know.
I forgot to order groceries yesterday, so I need to get that done so we can pick them up today.
I want to get as much done as possible before putting the truck in the shop tomorrow.
I’ve been so lazy lately; nothing is getting done. Then I remembered I haven’t been taking my iron pills, so that may explain my laziness, and why I was freezing in my sweats this morning when others were comfortable in shorts and t-shirts.
Thanks for the virtual hugs, y’all. I’ve shoved all of these rotten feelings into a mental jar, stuck a cork into it, and placed it onto an emotional shelf.
There.
Now I won’t cry at work today.