Happy (checks calendar) Firday!
I cannot keep up with the days anymore.
Chilly morning at the park, I saw flurries on the way.
Echo and Bandit (the rottie) finally figured out how to play together. He’s more than twice her size, and for whatever reason, she wants to wrestle with him. Tag doesn’t work so well because she is nimble and quick, he is like a tank. Once he gets going, he is pretty fast, as long as he can stay in a straight line. Heaven help him if he tries to stop in the pavilion and the floor is wet.
Shoe, I saw
this
and for some reason I thought of you.
Your cart looks very festive Nellie.
I hate to kill trees too Flyboy
However, I have seen the damage they can do when too close to a house.
My lawn guy is coming out today to give me an estimate on my tree. Some kind of maple, and it’s probably close to 100 years old.
Enjoy your day, Talky
Taters, I know all about driving mothers anywhere. Mine knows she has a captive and she will bring up stuff I don’t want to talk about. I usually turn up the radio, but she will turn it back down saying we can’t talk with it that loud. I think, I know, that is the point. When she isn’t telling me how to run my life, she is gossiping (which I hate) or she falls into her habit of using lots of pronouns and I have no idea who she is talking about. Then she gets mad at me because I don’t know what she is talking about.
I don’t like green bean casserole, so I never learned how to make it.
I’m not all that crazy about sweet potato casserole either. I’ll eat one tiny spoonful of the kind with marshmallows on top. My mother makes one that is not so sweet, but it has walnuts in it.
Yes, Nettie, people have gone mad.
So, I’m waiting on the lawn guy. I need to do some laundry, which may or may not get done. I have a steak in the fridge that I need to do something with today. My son called in sick to irk yesterday, he’s still in bed, which is fine by me. He woke up screaming and scared the shit out of everybody yesterday. He has nightmares or something, quite often I hear him yelling in his sleep. This was a bloodcurdling scream though. He’s been feeling poorly the last few days though. I told him to call in on Moonday, but he has it in his head that you have to be near death to call in sick. I think the interrupted sleep with the ickiness was too much for him.
I need to write a note and put it in my neighbor’s mail slot. Her cat was crying all night last night. I tried to call her cell and it’s not in service and of course she didn’t answer her house phone. I don’t know if her cat is hungry, hurt, or lonely. She goes away sometimes for a day or two.