To every Groundhog in this world - “ Neener - Neener! “ It was the best damn homemade chili made that day! No sweeter revenge for leaving us to more of this insane weather.
The past few weeks - especially since Groundhog Day - things have been quite full of anxiety over a Honey-Do List needing immediate attention around here.
Naturally - it always pertains to something that gives Mother Nature opportunity to take some great pleasure with enjoying her skills for slamming down bad weather.
And in the middle of it all - of course - I reached a point where I wasn’t quite so sure I was going to be able to get out of bed one morning. The chronic pain was about to take me down - all the way.
It was the second morning in a row - when I was awakened around 4am with this incredible burning migraine headache. Felt like a helmet on my head - just radiating my brain.
Come Saturday morning ( why is it always on a weekend? ) - I began experiencing that pinhole-sized hearing coming through my right ear - with the echo. And the left ear was responding as if it had a wad of gum crammed inside.
( No. I was never one of those kids. But I do remember a few! )
Made a trip to see the doctor this past Wednesday. Sure enough. Major sinus infection. Doctor told me the burning helmet of a migraine - was fever. ( Whouldda thunk? ) I’m taking Amoxicillin - Mucinex and Theraflu.
Obviously - changes are in order.
Yesssss. He’s posing for a new modeling job. He’s prissing. He’s bragging. He thinks his farts don’t stink.
Zucker has a new bed. He loves it.
What he doesn’t like about it? He thinks his new bed is responsible for getting him kicked out of our bed - and confined to our master bath - behind the baby gate.
His new bed is for me - so I can sleep - without worrying about kicking his scrawny butt out of our bed all night long - waking up every few minutes to make sure he‘s okay!
The baby gate? That’s for Carlie. That poor girl is under the mistaken notion that she’s entitled to every comfy - whatever - in this whole house!
It’s a definite safe assumption of my needing some sleep in a desperate way - when I don’t even care how much it pisses her off to see somebody have something she can’t get close enough to even sniff!
( Just ask Hubs. )
On a much lighter note…
Ever since Spinner got a loaded stocking for Christmas…
He’s become clingy - in his own way. He likes to be close. But not too close to touch.
This fur ball is soooo on my good list.