Boo! Nothing bad happened to me yet. There I go testing the God's of the thirteenth planet to reign havoc opon me and my loved ones. Come and get me. I will regret this. Shit follows me around.
I went shopping after work, and bought the necessities. First I went to the vet's and bought a huge muttha bottle of Glucosamine for the canine species, and will start to give this to the Penny Loafer on a on going basis. She is having such a hard time, it's time I take this in my own hands and make some changes. When Penny was diagnosed with arthoarthertis (don't trust that spelling) ...he said we could follow up with the Glucosamine, but even with the med's it is getting worse, so I took it upon myself to go there and get some. This is not my peppy little Penny anymore, and it's so sad. She wants to run, and when she does, her poor little right leg goes to shit. So, we do everything we can to keep her warm and safe and not bounding down the stairs when she hears a leaf fall. Lately, she has not even cared about the that...she seems to know her boundaries, and listens to me when I say my famous words UH UH! when she is about to run down the deck steps to tree a squirrel. I guess you know by now how much I loves that girl. Anyway, we do what we have to do...and I could regale with tales of how I have taught her hand signals and she follows my lead with a pointed finger. We are a team....sigh.... it will get better.
Busy weekend ahead, we have a 60th. Anniversary to go tomorrow for Gord's Auntie and Uncle, it should be fun to see all the old people again...yeah...like I'm not. But seriously Gord's family has good genes and they live forfucking ever. One of his uncles is 98. And still driving. Heh...I don't know, but from what I can gather from his son, he only drives to the Community Centre which is only two blocks from his house...in a tiny town. He still lives in his own house and has people coming over to help him with meals and laundry and stuff.. but the guy is as bright as the day I met him. Uncle Albert. Nice man.
So, tomorrow I'm going to go and harass the ole folks. Gord's Tante Tina will be there, she is 92 and I will try to out drink her. Not that is possible. But, I have been in training for a month now, and I have been trying to drink a litre of wine every day. Before we go tomorrow I will eat 30 pounds of pasta, a leg of lamb, and a shank of beef. I'm going to drink her under the table. That old broad is not going to get the better of me. And in between she will have some riveting stories to tell me. I just love her. Then we will have dessert and coffee.. with some Kahlua in it. She is such a mensch.