I shall dub Thursdays as complaint days. No complaining will be allowed on any other day. So let’s begin shall we?
♥ Thursday is grocery shopping day, which is also Senior Discount Day, which means being thankful that I am not that old yet. I’m old enough for the discount but not the disorientation. But that doesn’t mean I can’t complain about those that are – disoriented. I should be sympathetic, really I should. I’m sure that will be me someday but not today so…Shopping carts left all over the store, higgeldy-piggeldy, while their owners wander about searching for items in other parts of the store. And these folks wander slowly, and never in a straight line.
♥ Blame it on the weather. Blame everything on the weather. It’s so humid that I couldn’t tell whether it was raining or not – it was just that damp outside. And inside. And everything, everywhere. It’s warm and sticky and cool, all at the same time. And damp. Did I mention that, the damp? Everything is turning mossy (read: mildew) green, including me.
This weather requires a/c and, AND a sweatshirt. The a/c to try and dry the house out, the sweatshirt because I am freezing my ass off.
♥ Frankie now has two kinds of pills and two kinds of eyedrops and she has learned how to hide the pills under her tongue or in her cheek or wherever she is hiding them so when we check to see if she has indeed swallowed them her mouth looks all clear until we put her down and she spits it out, and we don’t see her spit it out but find the errant pill in another room!
♥️ Referring back to the weather, and that I can’t sleep with the windows closed – I woke up this morning with an attitude…