So much to do..no time for blogging. I haven't even made the old blog look like home yet. That will come......it's the long weekend.........and I hope it rains, so I don't have to feel guilty about doing stuff outside.
Apparently the inside of my house needs a bit of scrubbing. I have been turning a blind eye to this for sometime, and I guess I will have to do that this weekend. I can't blame it on the rib "nomore" because I mowed the back 40 yesterday and ..I lived! Thank God (Gord) for buying a lawnmower with an electric start button. At least I didn't have to knock a few more bones out their respective joints. I have been letting Gord off on the yard work.
Gord has not been feeling well in the past few months, and he finally went to the doc this week. I suspected the culprit....LIPITOR... the cholesterol drug he takes. His doc was on holidays for a month, so I decided to use my medical degree I earned on Google to task before his doc came back. All the symptoms were there right in front of my eyes....so I took Lipitor out his medley of drugs for three weeks. I figured, what could happen? I made sure we ate carefully. Like we didn't stick forks in our foreheads.....okay, what I meant to say is we ate ...carefully in the sense we didn't eat high cholesterol crap.. and when he went to the doctor he agreed with my prognosis. One for me. He has been feeling better and better after he stopped taking the Lipitor. So, now he trying another one...let's see how that goes.
I just yelled at a neighbour over the next street who was drilling concrete, that made my ears bleed. It was horrible...and he quit....Two for me. I am getting better at nothing than anyone else.
Gord just got home and is smoking me out the back deck with the fumes from the Stinkin Lincoln he just pulled up in with the speakers blaring....I'm glad we don't have gun controls in Canada, or I might just have to put a small bullet in his laderhosen. I want peace and tranquility on Friday nights...
That concrete guy is lucky.