Is one enough? Are three too many?
Well FUCK! Just got messaged on Facebook that probably my best teacher friend, and one of my best friends period, got dumped by her partner of 18 years. She has been spending the entirety of Christmas Break in a solo pity party because she didn’t want to lay her troubles on anyone. SONOFABITCH. Don’t know any of the details yet, but man, that’s harsh.
A strange day…not a bad day, just odd. When I woke up, I was stunned to find it was past noon! I shouldn’t have been surprised, since I couldn’t get to sleep last night–finally drifted off around 4:00. I have no idea why the insomnia.
It stopped raining. The sun even showed its cute face. (Not that I’ve looked, but it’s cute in all the cartoons, and cartoons never lie, right? Right?) There’s a 100% chance of rain tonight, so 'twas but a temporary gap. My son said we needed the rain, and I’m like, “What? The mildew’s getting thirsty?” I kid. I love rain. It’s one reason I moved here.
Anyway, I went to the itty-bitty complex gym at the time I’d reserved. 4 or 5 young guys were crammed in there using all the machines–unmasked, of course–so I left and won’t be back. The ventilation is poor, and it’s just too big a risk.
I then had two blissful calls with my beloved kids and was about to walk to the store when a screaming match between two women broke out right in front of my building and went on and on. I didn’t want to be rude and interrupt by coming out with my babushka cart–OK, I didn’t want to get whomped with said cart by someone with more angry energy than judgement, so I waited until they both left. I had a happy trip to the store, even though I got back later than I wanted.
{{{{{butters}}}}}. You’ve had a rough time in a tough time. I hope you feel better soon.
Getting kinky? Seems to me kinky is kept at rolling boil 24/7 around here.
Speaking of which, congrats on the fun times, Ms. Owl.
Shoe, I tried acrylics once. One nail had split below the skin line, and acrylics were the fix. I don’t know how people slice onions, wash dishes, or do anything more strenuous than fanning themselves and murmuring, “I’ve got the vapors.” I mean, they look gorgeous, and I know women who wear them and manage to get the turnip crop in, but I couldn’t seem to master them.You’re undoubtedly cannier and more coordinated than I.
Same here, except I imagine a huge unit that could accommodate the entire cast of The Wizard of Oz with enough room left for The Rockettes, a one-man band, and a mime or two.
I, too, am wondering about Moooooom’s freezer. All I’ve had for ~ the past quarter century is what’s over my fridge.
That sucks for your friend silenus.
I never could get used to acrylics shoe. I hope that you can and enjoy the girliness. 
I tried Nelson’s new jacket on him tonight. It’s denim with red buffalo plaid flannel and fleece lined. He looks so butch. 
See y’all tomorrow!
My youngest daughter turned forty today. We went out to dinner tonight. We generally go out for birthdays, mother’s day and father’s day but Covid had put a stop to that for the last year. We went to a local steak house, and the food was great. It was great to share a meal with my wife and daughters.
My ladies: (Anne, the youngest , is on the left)
Litter box got scooped. I tiptoed precariously through the snow in my slippers to precariously balance this one. last. bag. in the big bin before tomorrow morning’s garbage pickup.
Poke chop came out yum. It’s been a while since I cooked something from scratch. Was very definitely worth the minor effort, and I enjoyed dancing around the kitchen while doing so. (It was a Robert Earl Keen, Jr. kind of an evening.)
Since dinner was various shades of beige, a multivitamin is being washed down and assimilated.
I wonder how long I could get away with this at work tomorrow?
They’d probably assume you were talking about the customers. 
Thanks for a the hugs. It truly does help. I feel better today cause I made myself get up and do stuff. Granted I just moved a pile from one spot to another but the old spot looks better. I broke a salt shaker so had to vacuum up the glass so I also ran the mop some. I did laundry and started to de christmasfy the living room. I changed the sheets, made myself eat one meal as food does not interest me of late. That was the first food in two days. Granted I can live a long time on my fat stores.
I had asked a landscaping man to come give me an estimate on some new rocks for my yard but he was a no show so I guess he doesn’t want my money. I have rocks instead of grass and I have some bare spots and a mud hole when it rains. So I shall have to find someone else to take my money. I waited on him all weekend. Not happy with him at all.
I bought Buddy more new toys as I felt he didn’t get enough at Christmas. He is a happy boy. We played fetch and tug of war for a while. And the cat killed and left a rat right in front of the door. Life goes on at the Butters home.
Ah, yes, the “widow diet.” It’s definitely a thing. I don’t have any advice there as I am the poster child for it, but I am glad you were able to force yourself to eat & accomplish a few tasks.
Screw that no-show landscaper guy, anyway, for making you sit around and wait. We’ll banish him to Mumper Purgatory for you.