Welcome to hell. I mean, THursday. I mean, my life.
OK, same thing.
Where shall we escape today?
Why? ... Both knees? WRECKED. Why? Hands-and-knees scrubbing on a hard floor, after slipping on that floor while it was wet, and we'll just assume that right now I am NOT a cat person, okay? Just not. Not a fan of animals leaving me "presents" where I step. No. Not this minute. (Dixie is the culprit. Dahlia is remarkably fussy and tries to only heave her guts where it's not a health hazard to humans.) And it just had to also be in a corner where I *had* to use a little brush to scrub... UGH.
But it's only a week to the least stressful T-giving I've had in YEARS!
NO IN-LAWS! No gatherings, no awful casseroles by my BIL's wife, no SIL ditzies, ahhhhh.....
So. Escape! Where shall we go? PICK A YEAR! Not a place, but a year!
Me? I'd go to summer 1980. Why? Last time I was a kid. Still clueless and curious and (okay, that hasn't changed....) Well, still a kid. Me, my dog, the woods, the creek, the climbing up and sliding down and running around... My dad was employed and near home, so he aws in a good mood a lot, and we had no money worries beyond "stay frugal, b/c y'know, Dad"... Good damn summer. Also, my sis and I had a patch of getting along, and we'd play bad badminton endlessly in the yard, over the clothesline, and it was just a good time.
So that's where I'd go. Take a break in summer 1980 for me. How about YOU? DOesn' thave to be a year you lived. This ain't Quantum Leap, we're not Sam (Scott Bakula) and it's for fun!
And now, a word from our stinkers... Have a good Thursday, everyone:-) I have to wrangle with Hubby, his docs, etc., and go do groceries, so... Anyone invented shoes that hover and carry me like magic yet? No? Drat.
Hello, all! :-) How's everyone today? I'm on antibiotics with an appointment for poking and prodding even more next week. Whee! BUT...Did you know that women who get a Bartholin gland cyst almost always get it on one side only? Rarely do you get both at once. This is good, btw, given that these things are at a *delicate* area to say the least. Gentlemen, you don't have 'em. You're free of this...
What's your top misery today?Mine? I have what I pray is "only" a Bartholin cyst. Ladies, if you don't know what that is yet, I pray you never do.Gentlemen, you can't get it. I am glad for you.So I'm off to the doc in a short bit ---- okay, I had to settle for the Nurse Practitioner Du Jour, but this is nasty ---- so... Get out those Monday miseries! Out out! Shoo! Begone, misery! (Did it...