Hi there! Hope you are not looking for something good! Because, I have been a little busy. And apparently, as you’ll soon notice, I do not have the time for complete sentences. Ah, the anticipation, right? So basically, here is the short version. And by short version, I mean “now I will go over, in minute detail, the trivial annoyances that have kept me from writing stuff.“
I’ve been working. [Hey, technically that’s a complete sentence. Who? I’ve. Been – which is letting you know its past tense. What? Working … so see, there’s the verb. Maybe I was wrong about the complete sentences. I’m good at it!]
When I come home there are needy people & things there. Home can be very demanding. Like kids who love me, but prefer food. Example:
[Walk in the back door from work.]
Maddie: “What’s for dinner?”
Me: “Um, yeah, ‘hi’.”
Harold: “Maddie, that’s not nice to ask, ‘What’s for dinner?’ as soon as Mommy gets home. You should say, ‘hi!’ first”
Maddie: “Hi Mommy. What’s for dinner?”
Aw, but then there’s Ashton. Dear, dear, sweet Ashton. Always so generous with her affections & expressive of her feelings. Who gleefully bounds down the stairs each day to greet me at the door with a hug & a kiss. [That part is true.]
Ashton: “Hi Mommy! How was your day?”
Me: “Good thanks.”
Ashton: “That’s good. Hey, I need $400, 16 loads of laundry done tonight, 32 permission slips filled out, a copy of my birth certificate & a covered dish. By tomorrow. What’s for dinner?” [That part is a little exaggerated, but for the most part. Also true.]
Oh, they may look cute, but sweet Jesus, rrrruuuunnnnn!!!!!!
So what am I going to fix for dinner?
Also, you guys, Kalabou [dog recently diagnosed with seizures that require us – and generally by ‘us’ I mean ‘me’] to give her meds twice a day. For the rest of her life. Note to self: Add this to list of ‘things to do’.] Yeah, her. Well, she’s been acting all itchy. And y’all, it’s really hard to sleep when you keep hearing :::thumpthumpthumpthumpthump::: “Wha – !!! What’s that?”
So I’m leaving work now to drag her to the vet, much to her dismay, to get a steroid shot for ‘itchy’. There, she’ll engage in retaliatory action, because, “My God, these people hold me down, shave me & stick me with needles! Mom! Do you not remember that they do this to me!?” Truly, nothing much good has ever come from a trip to the vet. At least not recently, and she knows this. So, much like an octopus that shoots ink when in danger, Kalabou proceeds to poo on the floor when scared and pee on herself when in danger. So while she’s going in for a teeny little shot that exists only to make her feel better, she’ll likely come out needing a bath. Because, like my other girls, she thinks I need something else to do.
ps. Harold, I am definitely taking the van!
Would sir be kind enough to feed us popcorn? [Kalabou (L), Max (R) & playing sir’,my cousin Chris.]
You sir, are kind indeed. More please. Thank you.