I’m here and dog-freeeee! Actually, Charlie Dog is out of town for two weeks 
, but I’m walking little Max every day, and I also dog sat for him most of today.
My right eye apparently didn’t like my plan and has conspired with the contact lens to tell me so. Party pooper. I’m OK, though. It’s not that bad.
Meanwhile, my son has completely lost his voice. The pulmonologist put him back on the Devil’s Drug (prednisone) and wants a chest x-ray. I really hope the tides turn soon.
All that sounds like my mood is drizzly, but actually, I’m pretty happy. It’s so nice to be able to walk without having to give myself pep talks.
I know that’s good, but I keep thinking how much fun it would be to say ordinary things like “I’d like to make a deposit” or “Please pass the Jello” in Barry White’s voice. Hope the cough disappears soon.
I think that’s true of big dogs, too. The bigger the dog, the bigger the the effluvium. The little fellers’ output might be more concentrated.
FCM, I’d have been nervous, too. I hope you get good news tomorrow! Do the meds have unpleasant side effects?
JtC, I’m glad they at least comped your second margarita.
“Look, kids! The playground is now in the parking lot!”
I understand he’s been looking for her.
It does. My son and his wife had a bumper crop two years ago and canned a mess of it.
All my makeup used to be in stick form until the day I was in a rush and decided to put on my foundation stick and blush stick en route to work. I didn’t use the mirror because I needed to keep both eyes on the road. You can guess the results. Anyway, nice gift!
Oh, sure, everyone likes them when they’re young, plump grapes, but as soon as they get wrinkly, they’re fructus non grata, eschewed unchewed.
She’d still be more popular than the dentist in my old town who gave out toothbrushes.
Doggio, thanks for answering my question. I have more, but you probably get sick of shop talk.
Oops! The Instacart arriveth.