Happy Sunday!
No park today. My son isn’t feeling well and I’m letting him rest.
He has to work tomorrow and Tuesday, then he will be off until the following Tuesday.
Unless he has jury duty Monday. .
It’s cold out anyway and I can’t find my hat and gloves.
Two people looked at the house today. One of them was the same person who looked at it yesterday.
We had to reschedule our plans to go over and take care of a few things.
Somebody is looking at it tomorrow and then another person on Tuesday.
I think I’d be happier if I didn’t get the notifications and the realtor offered to take me off the list. But since we are going over every day to empty the dehumidifyer, it’s better I know so we don’t show up during a showing.
Not enough got done today. At the rate we are going, it will be a year before all the boxes and bags are empty and everything has been put away.
I fell the day before yesterday. At least it was on my ass this time. I was a little sore yesterday, but I am really hurting today.
You snuck that in while I was typing, you didn’t get ignored, LOL!
I keep wishing that we had bought GG a sibling because while Very Bad Cat helped a bunch, he’s just too young and pouncy even at almost three years old.
Does Ollie react to green lazer pointers? A friend with three Poms says they go nutz for hers.
He’s been doing a bunch, he does deserve a break.
Would he be able to drive a blinged out golf cart to work? Golf carts don’t go very fast but can roll along on the shoulder. If you hang lots of blinking lights and reflectors on it, it might allow SariSon to get himself to work and home without waiting for you to pick him up.
Man, am I pooped. About half an hour before we closed, I hit a wall just yawning nonstop.
Swung by the corner sto’ for a bit of hooch after work, rolled out the big bin for tomorrow’s trash pickup, and am calling it a DAY, y’all. Snacking on junk food now, because why not. Oscillating between dark chocolate nonpareils, tropical Mike & Ikes, and Cheetos.
Not all at once, of course - sheesh. I’m not a friggin’ savage.
Oh, and I have a chapped lip that really stings (especially when the aforementioned hooch is consumed) and as the kids these days say, I feel some types of ways about that.
Monkey sez “hi.”
ETA aw, shit, I see the new one already got started! See y’all there.