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Next Friday someone makes their once a year visit to disrupt our lives. Blech. Evan went to the pede this morning and his ears are clear but he has a sinus infection. Wah. Molly needs surgery on her front left elbow (do dogs have elbows?). Boo hoo. I have done no shopping. Eek! Tonight I […]

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I think the most violated grammar rule in the south is putting a preposition at the end of a sentence? Anyone disagree? “Where are you at?”

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I had an unhealed psychological wound that I covered with a bandaid and ignored. It festered until I knew I had to find a way to heal it myself. I found a way and ripped off the bandage. I knew it would hurt but that it had to happen in order to heal. It should […]

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Anyone taking bets on how long it will take Doug to fix the lights on the tree should read the archives from last Christmas. 

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Evan is sick and Molly is hurt. Doug is at the vet with Molly now. Update – Molly has ununited anconeal process and we are treating her with glucosamine while we wait for the orthopedic consult.

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Holiday light hints – The manger goes on the ground and the Santa goes on the roof. Santa should not be standing beside Mary. Using only red lights is creepy.