Happy Hump Day!
According to my phone it’s a N.O.S. 59 degrees. According to my window, it’s cloudy and wet outside.
My son texted me at 10pm that he was getting off irk between midnight and 2am.
I didn’t know if I should stay up or go to sleep.
I chose sleep, and fortunately I got to sleep until 2am.
I overslept, again, but we got Echo and Cerby off to daycare.
My son is not feeling good. He should get some good sleep today without Cerby around to wake him.
I have to irk.
I want so badly to be a retired drain on society, but that is not happening anytime soon.
I have the sloth part down pretty well, it’s the needing a roof over my head and food in my belly part that holds me back.
I thought of you FCM, when I said waiting is hard.
I went through it with my mother too. It’s not that you want them to die, you just want it to be over. You know they are going to die, it’s not if, it’s when, and you just want life to be normal again.
Of course, with Ripple, I just want the surgery to be over and the biopsy done, so I know if it’s all good, or we need to prepare for the next step.
I’m not good at the whole ‘Letting Go and Letting God’ thing.
I want to know NOW, DAMNIT!
What gives me hope that it’s benign is that he is in no way sick or suffering. He’s happy and you’d never know there was anything wrong until you see the open wound on his leg.
Just got a call from the vet for Cerby. They are going to do a lyme test to see if that is causing him to limp. I think he hurt himself jumping down the stairs, or from when he slid in the mud running at the park. He limps off and on, and I should probably be forcing him to rest, but trying to get a hyper Aussie to rest is damn near impossible.
And… I just got the estimate to fix the roof.
I was not expecting $1700+, I was expecting $500.
I told him to give me a few minutes to take it all in.
I should call the neighbor to see what all was done on her end.
We had a lot of rain yesterday and my son said he didn’t see any leaking.
Always something.
I remember being out in the snow, shoveling my truck out, and pushing it, and getting stuck.
I’m too old for that shit now.
I suppose I should be a ticket, I’m not sure where to get one now though. The 7-11 at the end of my street closed, so I need to find another place. And make sure I have some cash to buy it.
I hope you get some good news on Polar, Taters.
And VBC feels better soon.
Yankers, tell you daughter, no man is worth crying over because the ones who are worth it won’t make you cry. Breakups suck, but I always say, don’t focus on what you lost, focus on what is to come. You can’t find a decent man if you are clinging to an asshole.
I agree that red butter sounds icky. Although green or blue would be worse, I think.
Good luck with all the cheesie business talks JtC.
I didn’t know that was such a thing as petting zoo zebras.
Happy shooting Nellie
Just the thought makes me cringe.