Monday

What a weekend! David received a large heavy box of grass last Friday, no not the kind you smoke, although I was hoping. 

Anywho, the man plowed under, with his roto-tiller, all the grass that had died out because he neglected to water it while he was taking care of me the past few years. He then doled out about six bags of manure that he bought from Home Desperate, instead of going to the horsie stables down the street and getting it for free, the roses would have loved it too.

So after all that he laid out only three rows of grass. Little three inch pieces of grass into the soil. That was it! Not the whole box, just three lousy rows. He came in all dirty and smelly and naked. He had taken his clothes off at the front door. I screamed there was a nekked man running in my house and the puppies came barking from the media room and attacked him. Funny as shit, I kid you not. 

Well, he took a long much-needed shower and I later threw his clothes into the washer to soak. I'm washing them right now. The smell from them was so intense. Whew!  He was totally wasted out. The man is so out of shape from not being able to do his workouts all this time that he collapsed into his recliner and watched TV for a while then fell asleep with Lucy on his legs. 

While David was playing in the dirt I was cleaning and doing laundry, and then cleaning again when he tracked in mud and whatnot. I don't know if it was true, but one time he said I sounded almost like his mother when I ranted about all the tracking into the house with his dirty shoes. Oh, I was pissed.

Anywho, all that was over and done with for Sunday. I was looking for stuff on the web. I found out one of our favorite shows, The Strain had started its second season already in July and we missed it. Oh! The horror!! I also found out that we can catch up on the "in demand" section so all is not lost. 

This morning I watered the grass and the other plants in the garden. ironed four blouses that needed it while I made some coffee, and now I'm taking it easy for a bit, blogging before I go start my exercises and walking on the treadmill. UGH!!! 

I am not the workout type. I really hate it, but I will do it if prodded. It's either that or pain. The endorphins from exercising keeps me from having to take so much medication for pain. It does help, but it's sooooo much work. Then I'm so tired afterwards. It's all a pain in the ass but if it works I'll make the effort.

I Hate Mondays

Hol-ee Roller Ball
Best dog toy ever cause they
last a long time.

I was sleeping so peacefully this morning. I was in the perfect position, perfect spot in bed - nice and soft, perfectly calm with not an ounce of pain until the crash in the TV room. Yes, the puppies were playing hard again and Spunkers has a Hol-ee Roller ball he likes to throw around for himself and the girls. Then they fight over it. The thing is like a massive 10 inches in diameter. Well, the Spunkinator threw it right through a window next to David's computer.

When I came hobbling into the room all three puppies were hiding under my art table. Lucy was shaking visibly as usual losing hair but that's beside the point. They knew they did bad.
"Who broke the window," I bellowed?
They pushed themselves harder into the wall to hide. I had to do everything I could to keep from laughing. I wished I could keep my camera on me more often cause these little waifs were looking so fucking cute for bad dogs.

Lucky for them that most of the glass was outside. I got David on the phone and told him about the problem. First he was pissed but then he laughed when I told him about the puppies and how they hid themselves. So now he is on the phone calling for a glass replacement and I just finished cleaning up all the mess.

As for the puppies ... their big toys are going outside now. The weather is gorgeous and not too hot for them to play more outside. David put up a tether ball for them to jump and hit at, which they dearly love. Except Spunky can't see it in the bright light of the day so he plays with it in the evening when the sun is going down. Poor old man is in his 60's now and going blind. Nothing we can do about it. The girls help him by finding his toys for him. I take him on daily walks, slower than usual cause I hobble but he doesn't seem to mind.

Right now the little brats are sleeping on their blankets in the TV room. I have plastic on the broken window space until the guy gets here in a couple of hours. All is well until the next crisis hits.