It's not fair... I shouldn't have the symptoms of things that don't happen anymore. Maybe it never was PMS.. maybe I was always manic - depressive and prone to fluid retention. I dunno. My apology to the male readers. That's the end of the gal talk.
One of Cutty's old friends stopped by and lectured me about opening on Saturday's. Seems Saturday would be a better business day. All I heard was 'blah blah blah ditty blah'. How to explain ... or why should I even NEED to explain ... that I just spent the past 30 or so years of my life working 6 to 7 days a week and am now finding MYself before my own life ends? So, I just smiled and said, "Certainly something to consider" and held a smile on my face until he left. Inside I was feeling like:
Whew... what else?
Of course, my gratitude and appreciation for all those who visited and sided with me yesterday, LOL. I concede I probably write myself much nicer than I was that day especially considering I put Grace in the position of referee. Then again.. nah, enough of that. I've vented and moved on.
Eating.. much better. Sunday I went into fresh mode and picked up fruit & vegetables galore. This wasn't MY fridge drawer but had it been, I would have emptied it Saturday night.
So I filled it with good choices and enjoyed a wonderful spinach salad for dinner followed by sliced apple before bed. I also slow cooked a pork roast and watched Blondie eat half of it with her fingers last night before taking home a pear cobbler to her crew.
Catching up ... a couple of photos from the cabin weekend including the S'mores Birthday Cake made with waffles and the redneck decorations using rocks and leaves.
If I were better at converting video from my own camera to a gif ((and yes, I've been at several sites ... still working to hone the skill of it)) I'd send one of Mushy at the cabin. Must remember to get her some boots before the next 'camping trip' as my baby is like me, more accustomed to soft carpeted hotel halls. If I'd captioned the video of her gingerly walking on the rocks it would have read, 'Mommy... Someone Broke the Sidewalk...' Other than that she did okay, overdosed on the cabin full of affection, and slept for two days after. Trips tire her out. She's her Mommy's dog, alright.
I came across this the other day...
And with that, I think I'd better get outta here. I need to finish some things. The 'projects' aren't as formal as that word alludes. I'd upgraded Alec's tank with a heater, finished staining a glass door, things like that. I make it sound big. Just stuff I have to get done because my house was taking on a hoarder look with all these half started tasks.
So, as they say ... I am .. Outta here. I think that was SNL?
Bells
