Now that I have a driving teenager I find myself a lot more aware in how I drive, and what I say when I drive.Continue reading “Driving teens and digging Beagles (help me!)”
“Don’t give me that look,” I said to Tucker when he jumped on the bed where I was doing laundry. But he wouldn’t move off the bed. Nor would he help… 😐 Instead, he relocated on top of the laundry… 🙄 Continue reading Tucker shenanigans: laundry
A couple of days ago I was at my table typing and editing one of my stories when I got a text from a mom in the neighborhood. Seems they got a puppy. 🙃🐾😳
Her daughter and my daughter have known each other since they attended Montessori daycare at age 2. 🙂Continue reading “A puppy detour”
I returned home to the family today (after spending a few days at mom’s) with a car full of groceries.
The puppy went berserk. 😄 Good thing I left the bags in the car at first, since I was getting mauled immediately upon entering. 🙄Continue reading “A perplexing matter to occupy my brain today”
My back’s been sore for days now. So finally today I decided a bath with Epsom salts might help me out a bit. This was after my exercises, and the 2+ hours of using the tens system while writing at the dining table.Continue reading “Missing: relaxation (reason: puppy)”
Today I looked up the expression
The bane of my existence.
I didn’t really know what it meant, so I wanted to ensure I was using it in the correct context.
I’m typing this on mobile with the index finger of my right hand because my wrist hurts.
Also my ass, and my left ankle are sore as well, if you must know.
Does this title mean anything to anyone?
It doesn’t to the humans around here. Nor to furry creatures, either. Like this dude here:
My still teacherless child has been watching youtube videos on how to make space buns.
Space buns is a thing you do with hair. A type of hairstyle. Did you know this?
I didn’t. I do now and so do you. You’re welcome. 😉
Here’s the (not so) short version of what consumes my life at the moment:
I slipped on the wet back porch, fell and landed in puppy poop this morning. He pooped on the deck, not on the grass. The deck is raised. We have to go down five steps to reach the lawn.
maniac puppy can do this, navigate the steps. He does this every day a million times. IT’S NOT THE END OF THE FRICKIN’ WORLD.
The end of 2020 will mark many endings, and a few new beginnings.
Redirect me to this statement next time I sound exasperated, exhausted, depressed, anxious or confused. (Basically every 15 minutes or so.) 😉
Something’s gotta give. So I’m writing down my master plan, a sort of directional instruction guide.