HEY!
::cough, cough-ahem!::
Hey! ::that's better::
Yeah, those are my feet.
::cough, cough-ahem!::
Hey! ::that's better::
Yeah, those are my feet.
My curlin' up to rest myself feet.You may ask, "Why should you be restin'? You may well ask!
Shoot! Hadn't been bloggin'. Hadn't been visitin', 'cept sparsely, here n' there. Mostly there. Can't seem to get any help from mom-she's 'bout useless.
Aaaah. Feels good to stretch out under the Ott-Lights. They put out just enough warmth to keep my furchin cozy.
Weel, it's been a right difficult few months 'round here. Don't like to complain, so I won't.
But, I will tell you that That Boy, Mickey, has himself a new group home and Dayhab.
The Sandy Man is home from the Very Sandy Place for good.
And the Grad Student smashed her car all to heck an' gone. Well, lemme say that an UNINSURED DRIVER smashed it all to heck an' gone.
BUT! The Sandy Man is job-huntin'.
The Grad Student is waiting for the insurance to do it's thing and is car-less (but life-full, as mom likes to say)
And mom's blood pressure was 149/105 today at the dentist.
She was only in for a cleaning.
But, still!
After I get all rested up, I'm gonna go make biscuits on her and drool a whole lot. She likes it when I do that. What? She does!
