Y'all my new boss loves Dan Fogelberg as much as I do!
I have gotten used to having the summer off for the last 7 years but those are history now. However, what's replaced it may be even better!
I will have Mondays off. I can sleep in, go shopping, do lunch with friends, do laundry or housework (not), make a doctor's appointment. Should I stop? You get it.
The summer is coming to an end around here for Will, too. He heads back to Stephen F. Austin in a couple of weeks and is excited to finally be moving in to an apartment after 2 years of dorm living. We are gathering free or used furniture for him and he was lucky enough to snag a used leather sectional from Blake. It's in mint condition considering Blake grabbed it from a dumpster and then lots of college guys lived on it for the last couple of years. And I'm pretty sure a Grizzly Bear and a Lab lived on it, too.
This thing is huge. Hoping it fits in his tiny one bedroom apartment.
It's even a sleeper sofa.
Mr. Clean Magic Erasers are in this sectional's future.
Last week, we tried to get the dogs groomed but their Rabies shots had expired....in May. So Chuck and Will took them to PetSmart and got them all caught up. Several $$$ later they were up to date and heart worms and flea medicine were in stock for the next 6 months. They didn't have time to groom them, so we were going to take them in this weekend. But........after spending that money last weekend, we groomed them ourself.
I have the claw marks to prove it....if the bad grooming job doesn't prove it enough. It's not that I mind grooming the dogs, it's the hair up the nose, in the eyes, in the mouth and all over the house that I mind.
Oh, and the vet told Chuck that Dixie has cataracts. Really?
We thought she had the prettiest glowing eyes.
I'm not making light of this, but when a vet tells you your 12 year old dog
has really bad cataracts, are you supposed to ask about cataract surgery?
And this one still has her wart over her eye...the wart that the last vet at PetSmart called cancer and told us it needed to come out as it would probably invade her eye socket. And Chuck and I got teary eyed and tried to come to terms with her having one eye and us having no money in the bank.
But the biopsy ($$$) came back negative.
This vet called it a wart.
Just keep going back until you get the vet
that tells you what you want to hear.
Will's worked hard this summer at the YMCA....in the heat...with little to no complaining.
He loves his job and basically we never see him.
I know he's home if there's a new pair of shoes in the pile by the door.
He comes in from work and heads back out or goes straight to bed.
Even the mama birds have to deal with trash in their nest.
This nest was in our backyard and I saved it.
It's on a plate with a glass bell over it.
I love that it has trash intertwined with the twigs.
This mama knew how to just go with it.
I hope you have a bell jar...
a cloche, really...but who can pronounce that?
It makes string look like art.
I'm off to do whatever I want to...it's my day off!
Don't hate....I'll be doing laundry.