Happy Sunday!
Cool morning, in the 60s. I should have gotten my ass out of bed and gone to the dog park. The dogs are bored and need to burn off some energy.
I hate it when they get zoomies in the house. The slide on the floor, and the way they burst through the doggie door! I’m surprised they haven’t broken it.
Red, my son goes through the toy thing when he mows the lawn. He’ll pile all the dog toys on the table and the dogs grab them and distribute them through the yard while he is trying to mow.
I don’t know why they do it. Every single toy has to be outside, spread throughout the yard, but they never play with them. If we bring the toys inside, they carry all of them right back out. If I put the seat cushion back on my chair, they carry it right back out into the yard. It’s an old cushion I wanted to replace, so I don’t care about it. I’m afraid to buy a new one though, it’ll probably end up in the yard somewhere. They don’t chew anything up.
People think cats are weird.
Today, the front yard gets mowed. Tomorrow will be the back yard.
I have some laundry to do. Well, for my son to do, since he doesn’t want me going down the steps to the laundry room. I have two jackets to wash, one new, that have to been done on a gentle cycle in cold water. Then hung to dry, out of the sun. Since it’s cloudy today, this is a good time to do it.
After he mows the lawn, I’d like for him to spread diatomaceous earth around the foundation again. This is the buggiest house I have ever lived in. There’s a daddy-long-legs on the ceiling above my head right now. Last night there was some big ass bug, I think a house centipede, on the wall in my bedroom. It fell off the wall and damn near ran over my feet. My shriek woke up my son. I felt like such a wuss.
It seems like there is always some kind of little creeper around here somewhere. Time to look into what to do about the boxelder bugs before they show up again.
I couldn’t tell you what to do about GC, Shoe. Sounds like he’s a flake, so either take him as he is or toss him aside.
I’m glad you didn’t get smashed.
I finally did a permanent dump of OAOASO. I couldn’t contact him if I wanted to since his phone was on my account and I turned it off. I suppose I should have told him first, since he’s had the number for 15+ years and needed it for irk. However, he had been ignoring my calls and texts for several months and wasn’t paying his portion of the bill. I figured there wasn’t much point in calling or texting him if he wasn’t going to answer anyway.
I ignored all his calls, texts, and DMs asking if I could please let him keep the number.
Congrats on new vehicle FCM
I used to get a new truck every few years. I like having reliable vehicles that are still under warranty. I used to get a nice discount though, because my father irked for GM. Growing up we had a new car every year because the discount was huge and my father could sell the current car for the price of the new one.
I’m sorry for your MIL, and I hope Tobias’s doctor’s visit goes well.
I hope you feel better soon, Swampy
There is a lot of stuff going around.
Doggio, I never say it. I wish there were a ‘like’ button, but you do crack me up.
I need to get busy. I heard the washer stop so I need to get the jackets out on the line.
but nothing more) but I kinda like your style.
, but that’s me and I’m pretty sure I’m a bigger bitch than you. I’ve had more time to practice after all.
Soft kitty, warm kitty
