We got us some new shit. I haven't perused it all, so I still don't know ...if its a good thing yet.
There is one thing I have been meaning to say for sometime now, and keep forgetting. It was funny as hell, at least to me. I was on "some" blogsite and I can't remember who it was...but she talking about her son who was 16 years old and learning to drive; and with this came a sign they had to put on the back of the car "NOVICE DRIVER." I guess the kid wasn't too impressed with the sign every time they went for a spin....and she said at his age...we may as well put up a sign that said..I WILL NEVER GET LAID!....haaaaaa haa. I can just see the kid in the car with his mom trying to duck down the back streets. I don't know...but that makes me laugh every time I see a kid driving down the street with his parents.
Last week I made a little error, I said I had only met two bloggers Katie and Kat....I should have mentioned that these were bloggers who came to my house. I met Ellen in the hospital before she died last year in August. She died August 23rd. if my memory serves me. I still miss her blogs, and catching up on what she was doing in her fight with cancer...and how incredibly brave she was. I follow her husbands blog and feel his loneliness without her, and trying to make his way back. Ahem, Curtis, if you buy anymore clothes you will have to get a bigger house!! For me it seems so long ago, but then too I was in the midst of Gord's heart problems and time just gets away from you. Curtis, I will be thinking of you these next few weeks, and I still miss her too.
It was 30 degrees C here today. Me no likey. Of course today I had three hundred loads of laundry to do, and two loads of dishes to run through the dishwasher. This former flower child, said "bummer" ... all day long.
I also said "bummer" all day yesterday. I think I cracked a rib on Thursday...or at least bruised the crap out of it. I was bending over the side of the lawn chair trying to reach Penny to and give her a treat, when for some unknown reason my arm ...which was resting on the metal arm of the chair let go, and my rib hit it with a resounding thud. It really hurt for awhile, but I didn't think much of it until next morning...owwwwshitzzz...this might not be good. So from Friday until today, it's been a struggle.
First Penny takes a dive and hurts her leg ... again....and she can't get down the patio stairs to the large piece of real estate in the back yard ...know as dogcrapper paradise to do the poo poo in. You would think if you had all that at your disposal, you would not go off nilly willy, run down the stairs at a alarming rate (with a bum leg) to chase a squirrel and screw it all up, then... expect me to start carrying you down the stairs, and back up....with my fucking broken rib!! Lets not forget the $85.00 vet bill.....Penny! And then to do it all over again this morning. OY....
It's good thing the vet gave me some major pain killers for her, because we would be back there again today. So, she chased another squirrel before I could catch her, but I think she is okay. I went to Home Depot this afternoon and bought some fencing to put on the patio deck and one for the family room that leads down to the living room. It looks really classy, it's plastic lattice board. I was going to get those baby fences, but holy moly they were expensive. I guess it doesn't matter much, my house looks like shit anyway. We are in the midst of throwing shit out, and not replacing anything until we get ready to sell...and it shows. The only thing I will miss about this place is my back yard....other than that it's on to better things...and hopefully to a bungalow. Which reminds me, I have two more loads of laundry waiting for me on the second farting level. I might have to bind my ribs with duct tape to make the trek back up here.
I am sitting on the patio now... and the dog still hasn't got down to do da bizzness. I'ts been an hour after her supper.... I will be damned if I will trot her down the stairs and back up. I think she knows a sucker when she sees one.
I'm off to fetch my laundry from the hell hole down below...and hmmmm.... if those pain killers Penny takes are so good... maybe I should pop a few.
If I come online tomorrow....barking...you will know what my choice was. After all I don't have a tail to wag.