Here’s my goofy way of knowing how close we are to Spring here in my part of the world. I stop painting my toenails in the fall, and when that old polish is all grown out….tada! Today all that’s left is a small bit on both big toes, so I know that the tulips and daffodils are just around the corner. Isn’t that just so cute of me?
I also know Spring is coming when my nose starts running for no good reason.
And when I start getting the desire to wear red shoes. In the ‘olden’ days I would also decide I wanted to go braless…but those days are over my friends. If I did that now, I’d be tromping on my nipples as I walked.
Hey! How about the Obama’s new puppy? What a sweetheart. Toby and I were in obedience class with a portuguese water dog, and he was a dreamboat. So well mannered. He went on to become a therapy dog. Toby says he could have done so as well…but thought that taking care of me was all he was going to be able to handle.
Speaking of my wonderful dogs….Chuy is doing a great job of losing weight and being healthy. He’s down six pounds from when we got him. I think that’s the equivalent of a human losing sixty. You should see him sprint across the backyard now.
Oh, I have to tell you that I got asked out on a date last week. I was displaying my goods and wares about mental health at the old folks senior center when this elderly man came and sat beside me. “You’re not married are you?”, he asked. “Not recently.”, I responded. “Well, do you ever go out on dates?” “Not recently.”, I said with a sigh. Thankfully he was then called to eat his free lunch, and I was busy with a customer when he got finished. It wasn’t the fact that he apparently had Alzsheimers disease that put me off…it was his white socks. I’ve always had an aversion to men wearing white socks. Why do you suppose that is? Actually I prefer my men to wear no socks. Wonder what Freud would say about that.
Housemate is about to have surgery on her girlie parts. This while she’s working sixty hours a week, and attending online classes to get her doctorate. Yes, things are a little tense around the old homestead. I’ll just keep drinking. I find that I can’t see the dirt as well after three or four white russians.
Happy Spring to all! (Except you, Nola. What is your weather going to be like in the next couple of months?)
Peace,
Pat
